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The Turn Back – Part One

It is a dark chilly night of the year when the winds blew with all their might shivering the trees. The clouds were raging in a pitch blended with rustle of leaves making them fall when D was waiting for the victim he pursued. D, a teenage boy who cared of nothing but himself, had sallow skin a bit close to dark brown with pure black eyes, blotchy face and a musclebound body. He had an old father who nurtured his children through selling fruits in streets, a sister who was about to be teenage and an old mother who couldn’t bear the winds of life.

The weather was getting more and more dismal and the peril could be sensed in any corner of the valley. There came the victim, A whom everyone knew in valley for he was kind to anyone who knew him, got graduated from a prominent university, had a decent job and got married lately. For weeks, D was chasing a proper time to assassinate him, but the reason, nobody knew why he wanted so. D was a bizarre person. Nobody knew what he was up to, where he went during the day and what he did in the nights when he returned home late. To bad fortune of A, he had been targeted.

D saw him coming toward the way he stood waiting for him hours. A got a bunch of plastics full of various stuffs holding them tight. A always had a backpack by which he carried his computer and documents to office. A was as tired as a log with the weight of burden he carried from his family and himself. Only he could think of was getting home as fast as he could and have a rest with his wife whom he had suffered much for until he married her. A didn’t pay any attention to the way, but imagining himself in home.

It was a close for A’s arrival near to the spot, while D stood still in a corner not to be seen. By the time A arrived there, D was having a quick review over his plan in mind. Hesitation was what made D nervous about what he was going to do. However, it wasn’t the right moment to think about it, the decision had already been made. As A got nearer to D, D was getting more anxious. Perhaps, D shouldn’t have done things he couldn’t.

Finally reached the moment, A arrived to the trap settled to him. D concealed his face with his scarf and put the hood on attached to his blouse. A was about to cross him when D felt a strange shivering through his whole body. Perhaps, taking somebody’s life wasn’t that much easy. Due to the exhaustion A had, he passed by without any notice. D assembled all his might attacking him from back, stabbed him straight to his waist. One, two even three, it couldn’t relief D’s anger. Each of his blood sparkles were about to burst, so it was boiling with flames of hatred.

The plastics fell down and the items scattered. Descended A on his knees painfully holding his waist where he got stabbed three times. His blood was gushing out in a way his hands couldn’t cease it. His eyes were filled with tears shredding his soul into pieces not for what has been done, but for not being able to see his family again especially his charming wife whom he adored much. When the life comes to an end, the one knows and feels the last moments of life is counting on him to be lasted.

D who was now relieved stared his bloody hands feeling nothing. His heart, soul and spirit was now taken from him. He didn’t have sentiments and emotions anymore. On the other hand, D felt nothing in the world will bring joy nor woe upon him. His mission in life was completed, he thought. Anybody would have escaped being in his place, but D feared nothing now. He decided to go back home and rest a while.

D turned his back to A who was bearing his last griefs when he heard A calling him “please, wait”. For a moment, D taught going away, leaving him alone to die before somebody caught them. Vice versa, D turned back gazing A straight to the eye and said “what in the hell do you want?”. A severely took a package out of one of plastics and asked D “I know I might have done wrong to you. This might be what I deserve. Please, give this package to my family. That is the only thing I want you to do for the one whom you took his life.”

The moment D took the package A laid down and rested in peace leaving D a burden to be carried. D thought instantly to throw it in a garbage, but one way or another his heart told him to give it for his family because life was what he took from A, the hostility was now over. The package seemed to be less in weight than he thought. It was a bit stained with blood of his hands. Finally, he vowed it shall be the last thing he will do not for his enemy, but for his honor.

D left the corpse of A along with the other things there and started to walk away. It was the second or third pace he had taken when he was shrieked to be stopped. It was the sound of soldiers who were in patrol tonight. Startled and stunned he was about what to do. The officers ran toward him vigorously. D couldn’t decide where to escape nor he was able to decide soon. He stood as if he was frigid. Perhaps, he should have thought the escape way too when he planned somebody to kill.

To be continued,
Basam Murtaza Tahoor
9:11 AM, 31 May 2019

Basam Murtaza Tahoor
Author: Basam Murtaza Tahoor

Basam Murtaza Tahoor is an English Writer. He has written many short stories, articles, and poems.

Basam Murtaza Tahoor
Basam Murtaza Tahoorhttps://e-librarys.com
Basam Murtaza Tahoor is an English Writer. He has written many short stories, articles, and poems.

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