It was dark and raining. The wind was blowing onto her face. She was running with all her might. Fear and despair filled her face. She knew that they were behind her and quickly gaining on her. Still running, she turned her head to see the two hefty figures behind her, running, ready to pounce on her. And then it happened. Suddenly, she found herself in a small puddle of water. She could feel the weight of one of her pursuers on her body, pinning her down helplessly. The stench of tobacco in his breath was unbearable for her. His hands moved on to the pallu of her saree. She screamed at the top of her voice. Her cry for help was silenced by the ghastly wind, as if it had joined the evil laugh of her other tormentor.
All this while, another man was closely watching the scene from a little away. He knew exactly what was happening before his eyes. As soon as the man reached for the woman's saree, he screamed in a loud voice that was heard above the voice in the background,
"Cut!!!! Pack up!!!!"
And the director walked towards the actors with a satisfied smile on his lips.
3 comments:
Good one. Always like a twist at the end, however short a story is :)
Lovely twist !
Thank God it was just enactment.
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