Vinod Narayan

The Dampness in the Room had a tricky smell
The color of the curtains still bore faint rays of the evening sun
Time has stopped but the clock needles struggled to click
The fireplace still active, engulfed the remaining pieces of wood

Brutality slept chained in a corner and snored
Monalisa hung hidden behind the cupboard wall
The kettle stopped whistling when the last drop vanished
The footsteps neared and the door knob moved

The grip tightened and the breathing slowed
The slight creak of the door and the gunshot followed
Silenced with no words, no history and no future to see
The next day time revived and removed the last visible stains of blood

No one even noticed the chained brutality for it had disappeared into the darkness, before time could catch up to it.

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The loud TV hushed the door knocks. As he struggled with the canine outside, she fought the remote; the knocks ended and the channel changed

He took the cup to his lips, but forgot to sip the coffee. He kept it back on the table and all the while staring straight into the monitor. He was disturbed, not just with the news he read. He has read much dreaded news that often seems like it was the synopsis of some horror flick. But this was different.

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