Fiction 1 – The Stranger
I was coming back from work. It was one of those rainy days with very low visibility, thunder, and a scray lightning. As I got down from my bus and started walking towards my apartment on a narrow lonely street, I saw a stranger standing there. Tall guy, he was trying to light a cigarette and seemed annoyed by heavy rains. He appeared entirely drenched.
I started to walk more swiftly, as I passed by him, he called out to me,”hey, you .” A chill ran down my spine, and I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. For a moment it felt like I was racing against life. The stranger too started running behind me and shouted, “Hey, wait.”
I dashed and entered my apartment, the watchman looked at me with a surprise, as I was walking towards my wing with bated breath, he said “Madamji, your bag”. I stopped and turned around. I asked him, “What bag?”. He said, “Madam, your bag is open, the front zip, the wallet is about to fall.” I just stared at him, there was a blank on my face. The stranger too reached my apartment. For a moment I felt like a complete idiot, but I was happy that I was able to run without falling down.
The stranger stared at me, his eyes locked to mine, asking me a question, “did you really think I was going to ?..”. I looked away and started walking to my wing. I walked a few steps, turned back and looked at him. He just smiled, lit his cigarette and walked away.
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