Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Unfortunately, everyone's turn will come...



It was the last I would see of him. Like the others before him who had fallen prey to cruel fate, he could do nothing about it. Neither could I. All I could do was pray. Pray for the bloodshed to stop. Saving the lives of the rest of us. If only for the time being.

Giant minutes passed. Walls echoed our heavy breathing. With fear and loathing in my eyes, I turned towards my tormentor. There was God! The prayers were heard! My unfortunate friend would be the last of us to die the bloody death. There would be no more blood.

A cold winter breeze swept across the room. I lay back and let it make love to me. Death had made me a little more adventurous. A little giggle escaped my clutches. Peace was restored. And then… he sneezed. It was my turn. A prayer escaped me as he pulled me out of the box – “Please, my lord. Never a tissue paper again.”


3 comments:

SrideviR said...

Now, you get to live with the scum and see everything from a totally new perspective. How awesome!

phoenikhs said...

Death to monotony I say!

And out of curiosity, have you signed a contract agreeing to make sequels for my posts? ;)

SrideviR said...

Noooo, no intention of invading your space. These are just the spillover of my surprise.