Knapp Ville
By Twinkle (Sugandha) Varshney
© 2013 by Twinkle (Sugandha) Varshney
“Who are you??”
The three words pierced through ma cochlea freezing every nerve of my body. I can feel the touch of death grabbing my shoulder holding me from all possible dimensions, neither a slightest corner to escape but a painful, slow, martyr domed end. I was numb, I can feel the chills oozing out from my veins from the frozen blood asking me to shout but not a single phonetic came out of my splintered vocal cords. I tried to run screaming but I found myself crashing on the floor numb, waiting for my existence to cease and repenting, murmuring her last words “someone has to pay”, asking myself “why you took this dearthy turn Aquila, you could have gone straight home to your averagely normal life….”
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