Samantha could look at Jonathan unobserved from her corner desk. Jonathan was busy on the laptop, preparing the shopping list which goes out on Fridays for the Saturday market. His fingers flying across the keyboard, like a pianist. They were long and beautiful. And soft, she remembered.
Annie, her four year old bumbled into the reception waving a paper which had colorful crayon scribblings. Samantha made her sit on top of the desk.
‘See my dlawing Mommy,’ Annie lisped. Samantha kissed her and cooed about her drawing.
‘Look Jon, my dlawing,’ Annie passed on the paper to Jonathan.
He had been watching them and thinking about how wonderful they looked together. He was tempted to be part of their life. This cottage inn ‘in the sticks’ had given him a lot more than his comfortable city job. But, it was time now to leave, before it becomes too difficult. Continue reading
Sandra took one look at the room and knew Roger was in. Sandra couldn’t believe he traced her so soon. She hoped he was not high on whatever he smoked. She stared horrified as Roger stumbled from the kitchen swaying precariously. He could go from happy to angry in 2 seconds. Roger came closer and hugged her tight.
“Baby..missed you,” he mumbled between kisses. Sandra stood frozen even as the slap singed her cheek.
He grabbed her throat. She fumbled for the knife she hid near the door and stabbed repeatedly till he fell down lifeless.
“Missed you too.”
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“Mani, look! Visitors,’ Prabhu smirked as Mani peeped through the window.
“Really? Let’s have some fun. I will make the curtains fly and close the doors.,” Mani said as he went to fetch the strings to add special effects.
“We are ghosts. They should fear us. We have a reputation to maintain,” Prabhu snorted as he changed into a white gown with a lighted lamp in his hand.
“Where are my anklets? They sound eerie in the dark.”
Meanwhile, the visitors were walking up the rocks to reach the castle. Continue reading
Step on the moving ladder and hold the railing. Sally watched as people zoomed towards the escalator and then stood at ease till they reached the top. It looked simple. But, what if her feet did not find the firm step or if it moves when she is just putting her feet. Should she hold the railing first? Sally could never time it right. The image of her lying on the floor, her shopping strewn around and people staring was all she saw. She turned to leave when a staff told her, ‘Mam, you can use the lift.’
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