I finished filing my work and was ready to leave for home. As soon as I reach the lift, the lights in the building go off.
My hands quiver, and I go numb all over.
Completely blinded, I reached for the wall and made my way through the hallway.Most of my colleagues had left, as it was very late in the day.
There was an eerie feeling to the place.I was nervous, and pensive beyond all limits. I struggle, stagger and somehow, make it to the cubicle.And in the darkness, I could make out the figure a man.It was him. With my shaky hands, I thrust the knife into his chest, and felt the life leave his body. No one cheats on me and gets away.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
My hands quiver, and I go numb all over.
Completely blinded, I reached for the wall and made my way through the hallway.Most of my colleagues had left, as it was very late in the day.
There was an eerie feeling to the place.I was nervous, and pensive beyond all limits. I struggle, stagger and somehow, make it to the cubicle.And in the darkness, I could make out the figure a man.It was him. With my shaky hands, I thrust the knife into his chest, and felt the life leave his body. No one cheats on me and gets away.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
The last part shocked me :O.. I am a little confused nw.
ReplyDeleteHa ha.... Most of my stories have a weird ending. Most of my stories are weird. :)
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