Mrs. Margarita's Machine

“Beloved Marina,

It’s a typical morning, and I am glad because today I will make our dream come true. The goal of making that machine. And I will be doing this, for the last time-Last attempt and if it goes wrong, as always then I will quit this thing as I have already lost mine enough precious years in this research.

I miss you!

I will be there as soon as possible.

R.D.P. ”

Mr Pburman stopped writing, wrapped the parchment and tied it with rose fibres. It was the daily routine of Mr Pburman, to write a brief letter to his wife, who was suffering from some spinal cord injury. She currently lives in the countryside, Mr Pburman never wanted to come to this dead “Purmandilla island” but his wife insisted, and he has to come as he cannot say no to his wife and at that time, he also required 2 million dollars for his wife’s treatment.

He stood up and went to the nearby window, where there was a blue and white bird, he tied the letter with its leg.

“go my friend and complete your daily task, ” said Mr. Pburman with a slight smile.

Now Mr Pburman opened the almirah and take his only professional suit out and got ready. He ate one bread with jam for breakfast and went out of his house.