everlasting

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Brumal tales woven through the fringe of her eyelashes, her eyes curled in soft crinkles. Her gaze, habitually aloof, drifted outside the thatched cottage.

” How did you come to know that drover?” he asked sternly.

Suddenly her luscious eyes grew paler. Her glassy face mirrored the embers crackling ahead of her.

” I saw him.” at long last she said sheepishly.

Her glance drifted back to the door.

“When? When did you see him?”

“Everyday.”

“…”

” I listened to the canorous song of his lush, luminous eyes. They last forever.” Grief was etched into her face and her voice cracked…

” He looked at me as though I was the only thing he could see…as though I was his universe.” She went on.

“And you went to him to offer him gratitude, didn’t you?” He said coldly.

” Initially, he was my enemy. I was cosying up with him. I was dropping hints but he…he didn’t seem to cotton on.”

“…And you rushed to give him a hug.” His voice grew coarser.

” I….I was zombified and….and just conked out in his arms on our way home…”

” And you doubled up with him since there was hardly any room to swing a cat here?” Said the inspector running his eyes around and his unkind voice broke into cackles.

” Yes Sir” surprisingly her voice was calm and brooked no offence.

” We cooped up in the hut for three days due to unremitting blizzard and hailstorm. The area was heavily clogged up”

” So, he was your esteemed guest for three days straight and you must be feeling obliged to serve him with delicious meals and generous hospitality?”

The constable waiting outside looked cheesed off and was grovelling on the floor.

” No sir” she let out after a pause.

” We barely ate anything. Just some apples and bananas. We had to keep each other warm to stay alive.” She seemed to be choking back her tears. Her gaze drifted back to the majestic hills.

He looked a wee nonplused. After stealing a glance at her puffed up belly the inspector chewed on for a while.

” I gotta scram now. Give me a buzz if you ever need any help. I am just a thought away. And take good care of yourself.” He said dotingly.

And with that he stalked away.



In response to ‘EUGI’S WEEKLY PROMPT – “EVERLASTING” NOVEMBER 6, 2020 hosted by Eugenia.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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