THE STREET OF HAVELI_MORE THAN RED HEARTS_A Son's Betrayal_Unstuck Together
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THE STREET OF HAVELI
THE STREET OF HAVELIHe came terrified to the Police post panting. He had witnessed the squabbles, quarrels, fights and street fights among petty criminals. But there had never an uglier incident.He entered the Police post that was stationed in one large hall and a cell on the right side of hall with iron bars for lodging the accused for a night or two. Inspector was in-charge of the place. He was sitting on his chair scrolling over mobile. The accumulated fat around his waist was self speaking of his performance. He looked at the man entering but did not raise his head.“Sir, Cha...
MORE THAN RED HEARTS
It was late afternoon and the formal living area was ready. Shona, stood back and surveyed her handiwork. Red ribbons intertwined with white heart printed ones, hanging from both the chandelier and window. In the adjoining alcove, the dining room table was set in such a way that the classiest restaurant in town would approve. The best glassware, china and cutlery sets, placed beside her favourite table mats hardly used since she and Andrew were married; and cloth napkins, rather than the usual paper variety, graced the table. Lastly the candles in the centre, once again rarely used.As a gener...
A Son's Betrayal
Marcus rounded the corner to enter the common driveway of his childhood home where his parents still lived. Brick row houses lined the street of his old neighborhood in Queens New York. Behind them the common drive led to each inpidual property’s small yard that provided just enough space to park a car or two. Marcus was nervous and forgot about all of the potholes and crumbling cement in back. Barreling down the drive he hit the ground with his car’s underside. “Fuck!” he yelled as he slowed down, rolled his eyes and shook his head. He stepped on the brake for a moment, two houses from h...
Unstuck Together
I tried not to shiver as cool air blew from the open car window across my bare shoulders. My companions in the back of the stretch limo all wore thick long sleeves beneath sharply tailored and secretly armored jackets. Black, of courwww.onedoor.ccse. Did personal security wear any other color? Needless to say, sweat dripped from more than one brow. So, when the leader of the group, a young and maybe a little arrogant, man rolled down the window nearest to where he sat, I didn’t complain. Even if I sat between them wearing a strapless mini-dress sewn from the thinnest materials I think the seamstress c...