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Nightmare
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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
After blinking her eyes peculiarly to wide open, she could see two silhouettes of kids enjoying a handful of kulfi icecreams, laughing and tapping their feet on the puddles splitting the dirt across their pants.
She sighed a smile, brushed off her fears. How stupid she was to imagine spooky stuffs like this, she thought. .
.
Meira returned back to her working place, put few more woods to the fireplace. Every night she sits on her arm chair and read by the fire. And Miera repeats her cycle. Winter has become quite merciful this year, together with this unseasonal rain has made it dreadful to survive. The woods flicked up with the blow of wind and thunder started hitting louder. ..
Suddenly, a realisation striked. Meira threw the book on her hand to the fire and rushed back towards the window. Her heart started pounding faster than before. With her trembling hands she opened the window slowly. The gust of wind blew her shawl off to the floor and she felt horrifically cold. The kids have now placed themselves comfortably under the lamp-post much visible to her vicinity...
Visuals of her past appeared with each brusts of thunder bolts and the flash of light glued the dust of drops into a single gleaming image.
She now know those faces weren't unfamiliar. The child in shorts, she was her, she knew it. And the gloomy little skinny boy, in that flash she can clearly figure out the creamy layer of his skin had her own flesh. The arteries and veins flowed his blood, she can see the rush of blood oozing out the deep cutted umbilical cord. She remembered, she gestured her hands to pull the cord but the terrific bleeding has already made it slippery for gripping.
Her incoherent wails got convert into muted messages to the deaf ears. The splattered blood strained her gown and she passed out tiredly there after. Her hands were clutched with hints of Suction of Aspirations!
.
When she woke up she was back to normal again!
.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
Miera felt her eardrums echoing with a cuddly voice of toddler. Her breath was uneven, her face was pale, she frowned her eyebrows and beads of sweats mingled with tears, found its way out to spread over her cheeks.
The voice was profound now. Now got mixed with terrible howlings of sirens and crying of sorrowful demise. She cringed her fingers into a fist.
..
The silhouettes were now in calmness. The boy lie pale near the post. Crowd has mustered up. Vans of police and investigators parked up in queue. Rain was heavy with the hustle. .
Meira peered through the window, the girl child was smiling towards her, her fist was loosely clutching a knife!
Meira touched her abdomen to feel the baby bump, it was yet to appear. Was there someone or Was it her imagination ? Meira was horrified!
-Prerana
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
After blinking her eyes peculiarly to wide open, she could see two silhouettes of kids enjoying a handful of kulfi icecreams, laughing and tapping their feet on the puddles splitting the dirt across their pants.
She sighed a smile, brushed off her fears. How stupid she was to imagine spooky stuffs like this, she thought. .
.
Meira returned back to her working place, put few more woods to the fireplace. Every night she sits on her arm chair and read by the fire. And Miera repeats her cycle. Winter has become quite merciful this year, together with this unseasonal rain has made it dreadful to survive. The woods flicked up with the blow of wind and thunder started hitting louder. ..
Suddenly, a realisation striked. Meira threw the book on her hand to the fire and rushed back towards the window. Her heart started pounding faster than before. With her trembling hands she opened the window slowly. The gust of wind blew her shawl off to the floor and she felt horrifically cold. The kids have now placed themselves comfortably under the lamp-post much visible to her vicinity...
Visuals of her past appeared with each brusts of thunder bolts and the flash of light glued the dust of drops into a single gleaming image.
She now know those faces weren't unfamiliar. The child in shorts, she was her, she knew it. And the gloomy little skinny boy, in that flash she can clearly figure out the creamy layer of his skin had her own flesh. The arteries and veins flowed his blood, she can see the rush of blood oozing out the deep cutted umbilical cord. She remembered, she gestured her hands to pull the cord but the terrific bleeding has already made it slippery for gripping.
Her incoherent wails got convert into muted messages to the deaf ears. The splattered blood strained her gown and she passed out tiredly there after. Her hands were clutched with hints of Suction of Aspirations!
.
When she woke up she was back to normal again!
.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
Miera felt her eardrums echoing with a cuddly voice of toddler. Her breath was uneven, her face was pale, she frowned her eyebrows and beads of sweats mingled with tears, found its way out to spread over her cheeks.
The voice was profound now. Now got mixed with terrible howlings of sirens and crying of sorrowful demise. She cringed her fingers into a fist.
..
The silhouettes were now in calmness. The boy lie pale near the post. Crowd has mustered up. Vans of police and investigators parked up in queue. Rain was heavy with the hustle. .
Meira peered through the window, the girl child was smiling towards her, her fist was loosely clutching a knife!
Meira touched her abdomen to feel the baby bump, it was yet to appear. Was there someone or Was it her imagination ? Meira was horrified!
-Prerana
