I knew that she was lying. The flower in her hand smelled of some man, someone royal. Her hair behind her ear showed evidently that he had touched her.
We didn't exchange any word after that. She just went inside and slept off. I assumed she had food from outside. Perhaps, she had some company too. I sat with a bowl of fruit salad and a glass of milk at dining table. The salad was hard to chew and I was facing problem gulping down the milk. I left the food and went off to sleep.
The pillow took the whole weight of my head. After few turns I found my comfortable position, my comfortable zone. Suddenly, I started thinking of her and the man with who she spent her whole day. I saw her hair that was kept behind her hair and couldn't stop thinking more.
I turned towards her and held her by her throat. After a while her leg fell silently.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Blinded
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
The ending is eye-catchy. How did you even COME up with that "leg" part? : )
Keep writing...
maybe it was revenge on her part...wonder if she had waited for you for dinner for days...
wonder if she realised what was happening..wonder if she recognized you or the darkness did its thing.
wonder if you shrank back in shock later or turned over and went back to sleep..
P.S. Hope you did finish that glass of milk
.... heavy yet light.Your imagination amazed me. What happened after that? Did you head feel light? Did her silence lessen the burden of your pillow?
I am looking forward to more of it.
Ahh! That was really rude of him. He should have tackled the problem before tackling her.
Anyway! Good write-up
Post a Comment