The Unlikely Accident_FALLEN_AN EARLY DEATH_An exercise in imagination
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The Unlikely Accident
As I looked at Jammal. He was shivering in the cold. Trying to adjust himself in the dark, cold night of January. We both hide on the side of www.onedoor.ccthe highway. I barely saw his covered face in the gloaming. The highway was abandoned. Once this rusty highway was the center of trade and exchange. But now a few trucks pass by at night. We didn’t know what they were carrying but we knew those were full of food and other valuable things.We had a small house comprising of 3 rooms and a courtyard. It was the yesterday morning, I was busy feeding cows. I heard a knock on my wooden door.“Aziz! Aziz! It’s m...
FALLEN
Hey! You, Inmate 717, come out for your daily routine, the prison warden said. Inmate 717 knew what will befall him if he did not obey his command. This new lifestyle has become his modus operandi ever since three months ago, waking up on the cold hard ground, being a portion of food for the Mosquitoes, subjected to strenuous activities, given food not enough for a toddler. He remembered how he had once been, the lifestyle where he had been a young rich CEO of the Evergreen jewelry industry. His name was Peter Emmanuel before he became an inmate of the prison ever since the day the chief J...
AN EARLY DEATH
The trouble with springtime is that everything grows. The temperature rises, the snow melts, the birds start their incessant chirping and there are more bugs than you got Raid. The sun begins baking the ground, melting the snow in the mountains, waking everything up that’s been sleeping all winter. Flowers and plants blossom and tree seedlings pop their heads out of the thawing ground. If you’re lucky with a wife and been snowbound all winter you might even have a baby being born soon. But that’s not my story, never could’ve been. In my case, springtime’s a time when folks find things you nev...
An exercise in imagination
“Three-fifty,” behind the counter stood a young boy, chewing on gum and while he waited for me to pay. He dressed himself in a red shirt and black pants, declining to tuck in the shirt as if doing so was an act of defiance against the ungrateful leadership of the small family owned store where he worked. On his chest sat a laminated white card that spelled “Greg” in bolded black letters.After speaking he placed his open hand in front of me and returned his attention to the clock situated next to the door. With the boy distracted, a spider took the opportunity to create a makeshift home on the ...