She knew that the bus was unusually late. She was even expecting the delay, well, what more could one do when the heavens decide to rain and start thundering loud enough to deafen those who could hear. But what she had not taken into account was the slow creeping darkness, the apparent loneliness on the bus stop and her strange imagination on an all time high.
Though she hated the idea of waiting for the bus alone, having that strange man with a smoking cigarette in his hand, as her only company, was even more disconcerting. He seemed oblivious to the rain, as if with each inhale and exhale of the poisonous bouts of smoke, he was breathing heat and warmth into his body.If she had been a fancy writer who believed in Vampires, she would have described his character as someone 'enveloped in loneliness of a cursed life, breathing each sunset to devour more life, making friends for a night, only to remember their loss for an eternity'.
She sighed as another guy came over, running under the cover of his briefcase. Dressed in a formal shirt and black trousers, he seemed to be returning from his day at office. His 5'o clock beard gave him a very appealing unshaven look, almost as if he was a 'Knight in the court of Kings, sworn to protect the weak and fight for the Kingdom, but too tired after the battle' - 8 hours long - in front of a desk, in a comfortable chair. A fight which apparently has no casualties but takes lives on a daily basis. She smirked at the cruelties of the corporate world, turning her Knights into unthinking robots.
'The Vampire was slowly slinking towards the pretty girl in the corner, his dark coat flowing in the wind, enhancing his bat-like features as he moved in for the kill. The Knight was the first to hear her words of distress. His right hand, adorned with a mighty timex was now tapping the Vampire on the shoulder.'
"Excuse me sir, Can I get a cigarette?"
She smiled warily. In the world of fantasy, Knights may kill the Vampires and save the damsel in distress, but in the real world, they may just end up consorting together to share a cigarette, while the damsel gets in her bus, to go back to her own dreary life.
Though she hated the idea of waiting for the bus alone, having that strange man with a smoking cigarette in his hand, as her only company, was even more disconcerting. He seemed oblivious to the rain, as if with each inhale and exhale of the poisonous bouts of smoke, he was breathing heat and warmth into his body.If she had been a fancy writer who believed in Vampires, she would have described his character as someone 'enveloped in loneliness of a cursed life, breathing each sunset to devour more life, making friends for a night, only to remember their loss for an eternity'.
She sighed as another guy came over, running under the cover of his briefcase. Dressed in a formal shirt and black trousers, he seemed to be returning from his day at office. His 5'o clock beard gave him a very appealing unshaven look, almost as if he was a 'Knight in the court of Kings, sworn to protect the weak and fight for the Kingdom, but too tired after the battle' - 8 hours long - in front of a desk, in a comfortable chair. A fight which apparently has no casualties but takes lives on a daily basis. She smirked at the cruelties of the corporate world, turning her Knights into unthinking robots.
'The Vampire was slowly slinking towards the pretty girl in the corner, his dark coat flowing in the wind, enhancing his bat-like features as he moved in for the kill. The Knight was the first to hear her words of distress. His right hand, adorned with a mighty timex was now tapping the Vampire on the shoulder.'
"Excuse me sir, Can I get a cigarette?"
She smiled warily. In the world of fantasy, Knights may kill the Vampires and save the damsel in distress, but in the real world, they may just end up consorting together to share a cigarette, while the damsel gets in her bus, to go back to her own dreary life.
2 comments:
u bak in bby???
this one was good...
but short...
Hi Anki,
Another great story, told with your usual economy of words.
You have a talent for adding little details to your stories that will nag at your reader's subconscious mind, and get them thinking about the story after they've read it.. for example, the watch being worn on the right wrist rather than the usual left. brilliant!
Brian
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