Monday, 4 March 2019

The Place

“That’s the place, I am sure, I am so grateful… you took all the trouble to bring me here. That’s the place. No doubt about it…..”
The young man looked at the old haggard face and, and for a moment, felt sorry for him. His worst fear had come true.
“It’s here that I met her first…..I remember everything so clearly.”
“But you came here to kill someone?” the young man whispered.
The old man trembled and looked at the young man; his eyes became lifeless.
“I was wondering you resembled ….” the old man said and stopped abruptly.  
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 99

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

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.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.

Saturday, 9 February 2019

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.
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 101

Saturday, 2 February 2019

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.
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 102

Sunday, 27 January 2019

The Deserted Car

‘Every deserted car has a tale to tell,’ Jimmy said in an ominous voice.
His friend wasn’t impressed.
‘What’s the tale this car is telling?’
Jimmy pretended to seriously ponder for a few seconds, ‘I think someone deliberately left this car here to hide something…..perhaps a dead body….. I saw a movie…..the goons killed a girl and left her in the boot of a car…’
‘Let’s go and check…. there may…. in this car also’
Jimmy felt scared but reluctantly followed his friend. He had to act bravely; he was two years older.
The friend opened the boot of the car and shrieked in terror.   
Word count 105

Saturday, 19 January 2019

The Broken Door

There was something about the house that disturbed her.
“Are you sure that it’s a suitable place….? I mean it’s quite isolated and…….”
“Don’t tell that you believe the rumour….”
She was about to say something but they heard a knock at the door.
It was an old man.
“I live close by. I just dropped in to tell that the door is broken,” old man pointed to the main door.
But it wasn’t broken.
They looked at each other, suspiciously. The old man glared at them and left, in anger.
To their horror he just walked through the closed door.  
Word count 101

Thursday, 3 January 2019

The Fence

‘Kid, don’t go near the fence; it’s electrified.’
‘But why this fence? And why electrified?’
‘It’s for our safety.’
‘Our safety?
‘Yes, they are protecting us. And they mean to do a pretty job.’
‘Protecting us? Why? From whom?’
‘Well, I too have often wondered. But I never found out.’
‘They are fooling us.’
‘I guess you are right.’
Three men appeared. They looked like clones.
‘The robots are here, grandpa.’
‘You have again not paid your taxes.’
‘I need a little time,’ said the old man.
‘Your time is up.’
They lifted the old man and pushed him towards the fence.
A post for Friday Fictioneers.
Word count 102