The Top Window

The young man entered the lane nervously. For a few moments he was scared to look at the house. And when he did raise his eyes, his knees became weak.

Nothing had changed and that hurt him harder.

He kept looking at one top window. 

Even today he was standing at the same spot. But that day, he had been looking at a beautiful bird sitting on top of the house. Suddenly, to his utter shock, someone fell from one of the top windows. She was his mother.

He never learnt the fate of his father; but he rarely missed him.

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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.

The Laptop

He laughed as loudly as he could.

He could not believe that everything had happened faultlessly.

He had spent hundreds of hours brooding over it; reading every kind of material he could find on internet; worrying that somehow he was bound to make a silly mistake and get caught.

But in the end it was nothing but a child’s play.

He looked at the burning dead body and laughed. 

His phone rang.

‘Hello, has it been done?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You didn’t switch off the laptop. I could see and record everything.’

His hands trembled, his nightmare had come true.

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A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 101

Wilderness

He knew that they had lost their way but he was too scared to tell her.

‘Are you sure that we are not already lost in this wilderness?’

‘Why do you think so?’ he asked timidly.

‘One, you never do anything right. Two, we didn’t meet even one trekker for last three hours.’

Few minutes later they were in front of a camp. He looked around but no one was there. Surprisingly, the campfire was still smoldering.

‘Let’s get out of here, now!’ she screamed.

But he didn’t move.

Suddenly he felt that he could end it here; once and for all.

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A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 102