It was a warm night and yet the wind was strong. The roads were empty and dim and only lit at the turns and corners for the government ruling the place saw there were more bends and turns in the road in that region than anywhere else could be found. This, covering one bend and another actually could light up a good part of the rest of the road. The man stood in the middle of the road and witnessed the haze covering the light with the thick smog as though thickening more near the light as though it was not fog but an assembly of some insects attracted to the warm glow of the light.
He stood still as though he was dead. The road was as silent and still as it is on the day it’s freshly built. No traffic on that day is allowed through that road for a day at least.
The calm was haunted as though akin to the silence before the huge storm. The man’s head turned now to check the sides and slowly burst open as he fell right where he stood with a dull thud sound echoing slightly. But there was no sound of the bullet being fired. A pistol was on his right hand and to a passerby it would seem like a suicide.
In the next two hours someone passed by, and stopped briefly to inform the police. In another hour or so, as the sunlight shone over the pitch black road and the school nearby rang it’s morning bells for the class to start, a pool of vehicles stood around the place where the murder seemed to have taken place.
Golmak was just fifteen when the world decided to snatch his support system to which the Gods even seemed to agree.
It was tough for a young boy but then his father had left behind a home and some money to continue with whatever he could do with his remaining life.
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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