thesocratespot: The art of Story telling - Part 6.0072 : Beasts_Kafkaism & Realism

Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 6.0072 : Beasts_Kafkaism & Realism


It was twilight but it was already looking like it was pretty late in the night, I was hiding behind this real thick set of bushes a little away from my village house, the earth was wet due to rain and the tropical frogs within the bushes were croaking in full throttle but despite the full house orchestra of the tropical frogs, I could hear my heart pounding dab dab dab, dab dab, dab dab, soaked in sweat, dizzy to the point of fainting out and yet alert and waiting - she would come this way, everyday.

I had all my weapons ready

A letter explaining our love story

A country made pistol

with two bullets

The sky above was a collage of dark navy blue filled by intimidating sparkles from distant galaxies and stars, they were so intimading, I took out one of my fathers dark shades that he used during his cataract to distract me from such intimidation- were they watching me ? they were and I did not like it.

I would have preferred the zero hour
No reality
No Earth
Nothing

I knew I was there somewhere around the pre historic palakkad gap, way below the tropic of Cancer and way above Capricorn, these bushes hiding me were hideuos trees once upon a time, they were dwarfed & subdued by the fury of nature, these croaking frogs were giant salamanders then, some of them were capable of simply sticking their tongoue out and pull a human of my size like I was just a fly or a mosquito, that thought wasn't very comforting, geographically my lat long was sub tropical, emotionally I was this Indian pawn with semi murderous intent, driven by someone I hated there was that part of my mind which said get out, this is not your game

this is not your game
you frog

No

I'm not a Frog

Then you are a Rat

No

Nor am i rat

Of Course

Then you are

Just a pawn... hahaha

a pawn , a pawn ... 

I have Captured more pawns than you could during the deluge
you are now my slave
my male concubine

you will do my bid

That was Twist , pushing me hard

Bloody Jerk was Bi Sexual too

a humungously loud sound of thunder backed by a hedonistically nuclear like lightining strike pulled me back my real state, here I was among the bushes, heart fucking pounding like it was a part of a DJ's party console - woofer and all - my head was screaming with amphibian messages one part said

Get out

Get out

While the other said

You are here to kill

Just do it

That's when I noticed

She was walking down

Umbrella in hand ( not opened )

Divine in her looks

She was bidding goodbye to her friends

Her smile pushed my heart rate further up

She was holding a mobile

Checking some messages

That glow

transformed her face to an ethereal world

Divine

And then She paused

And looked towards the bush

Almost as if she knew

She even smiled

pressed the push button of her umbrella and opened it

And then she walked towards the bush

With that divine smile

I could see

even while the images of a drowning woman and a beheaded female mannequin kept flashing

She still had her sandalwood mark on the forehead, a small red bindi, an equally small vibhuti above all, hanging ear rings, braided hair on both sides that swing as she shook off rain water from her head, a cotton blouse of light blue, a cream shawl worn across and a skirt right down to her ankle and a neat cream coloured high heeled leather flip flop that put her 5'2" frame to look even more classy

She was

Class

But alas

She has to die 
  
the frenzy of the emotion at that exact point of time was more like equatorial desert heat.

As she walked towards me, past the bushes smiling and calling out for me , I clicked the gun again waited for her to reach me close as she hugged me and was about to plant a kiss on my lips, I put the gun on her head and clicked the trigger hard