'Where did you disappear last night?' she called at 11 this morning and asked. 'I just went out. It's nothing' I said. 'Are you okay? I feel worried about you' she asked. 'Yeah I'm good. I'm good. Good. Hey listen, I'll call you back in an hour. Bye,' I said. 'Sure. Bye,' she said and [...]
Tag: shortfiction
An asshole for no reason.
I dwell in the lowest strata of society. While I was about to leave, the asshole called out my name. I was on a call, a useless call with a middle aged woman and we were not talking about why things go the way they go and other trivial matters. The asshole didn't notice I [...]
Past sleep.
A little rain makes the landscape greener. I look at the 20-feet tall pigeon sitting outside the glass window. It's eyeball emerald studded watches brainlessly. Am I registered as an enemy? I wish a door was provided for an escape. But now I have to sit here under eternal watch. Its wings almost metallic. I [...]
A night without light.
A couple of hours before midnight, the guitars started plucking their own strings. A man was singing from somewhere deep down in his stomach. Following him, another voice rose and it was that of a woman. I had returned home from a long, pointless drill. Soon after that, the man ran away and the woman [...]
Riding back home.
I wanted to ride further on the road, but I decided to ride back home. On the way back, I found a vegetable seller lying dead under a sheet of cloth covered with fresh vegetables. He was lying on the left side of the road. I stopped there for a while. His boy was standing [...]
Further, up and down.
Another mile was covered. And then another. Not a quarter in my pocket but I had to ride on. A week's journey and I hadn't reached anywhere. The wild landscape was playing tricks on me. I had become weak and I was falling but I kept on as the land rose and fell and as [...]
Travelling West.
Cattle-ranching was a thing of those days along with four or five more elements, and the topography was such that it pushed any man to the edge. He had to be as strong as he could be and if that did not happen then he was soon eliminated by fate or by the bullet of [...]
Tomic Riter 