On morning I woke up and saw our neighborhood house was destroyed. Everything was burnt and there remain no sign of any building.
Smoke rings were vaporizing from the ashed. Everything was destroyed. It seems to be burnt grassland.
The neighbors had already left the house so no one was injured. I was getting bored so decided to read a book. In the piles of books I found one unread one. The title was - Mr Collins.

And the story begins-
A group of people sitting in the ship, were discussing something. It seems to be nineteenth century. Dim sunlight were scattered in the room. People sitting on several round tables, and some were smoking the cigars sitting on the sofa.
Speaker 1- I suggest Mr Collins would be the best for this work.
How many of you are agree with my suggestion?

A group of people - I.. I.. I..
We all agree.

Speaker 2- But why only Collins have the opportunity? I am more capable than him.
Speaker 3 ( the one on the sofa) - You see majority agrees with it.
( In loud voice) So it is decided, the officer who would go to new island will be Mr. Collins.

Speaker 2 went outside. Soon someone clung upon his shoulders and said, it's good that you are not going. These words made speaker 2 furious but also left him with a deep thought.

What could be reason behind it?

..to be continued
© Amitra