Chapter 1
“FIRE. SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE BRIGADE.”
“FIRE. FIRE. RUN. EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE SHOP.”
People were running, shouting from the bakery. But no one seems to notice that the boy is lying on the floor and his body was covering the toddler from the chaos.
People were stepping on him but no one even tried to help the semi-conscious boy and the small toddler who was wailing. When the boy tried to crawl outside with the toddler below him the large wooden plank fell on them and
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The boy who was squirming in his sleep jerked up. He pants and tried gasping for air. He reaches the side table to grab a bottle, drinks water and takes a long deep trembling breath.
It was his every night routine for the past 10 years waking up trembling and shivering. Well, it was the only dream and image he is viewing since the time the nightmare happened.
He moved to the window and look at the sky. A lone tear escapes his eyes but he immediately wiped it before another threaten to fall. He sighs and moves towards the cupboard that has neatly folded minimum clothes.
He caressed the cloth and picked up the smoothest one. He fills the electric jug that boils the water and pours it into a mug. He reached his kitchen cabinet and pull out the jar for coffee and sugar. The coffee jar was empty still he poured a sugar sachet and drink it hoping to reduce hunger ignoring the pain in the upper stomach.
Dark glass, a stick and his brown leather backpack were the items he carried after locking his small flat that has one bed, cupboard, nightstand with lamp and drawer, one small window with a chair below, a gas stove with a kitchen cabinet, small photo frame in the wall and racks of books.
He lives on the outskirts of the city so he needs to walk before people start bringing out their pets for the morning routine. His alarms rang up indicating it was 5 am. He was pushed by many people on the road who didn’t even bother to say sorry but spoke some beautiful curse.
But he refuses to react just maintains his poker face and moves toward the old building. He can sense a lot of pity and sympathy but ignore it. After walking for 2 hours again his alarm rings signalling it’s 7 am. He rushed to his feet speed and enter the building before collapsing on someone.
That person was panting and asking him to forgive her. Yes her. He can tell she was in hurry by listening to her broken voice and the way she handle my stick. I just smile and said, “It’s amusing that you can see but don’t bother to glance around but here I am wanting to catch a glimpse of everything except this darkness.”
I can sense sympathy radiating from her so I moved forwards before hearing my name.
“FIRE. SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE BRIGADE.”
“FIRE. FIRE. RUN. EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE SHOP.”
People were running, shouting from the bakery. But no one seems to notice that the boy is lying on the floor and his body was covering the toddler from the chaos.
People were stepping on him but no one even tried to help the semi-conscious boy and the small toddler who was wailing. When the boy tried to crawl outside with the toddler below him the large wooden plank fell on them and
.. .............. . . . . . . BLANK.........
The boy who was squirming in his sleep jerked up. He pants and tried gasping for air. He reaches the side table to grab a bottle, drinks water and takes a long deep trembling breath.
It was his every night routine for the past 10 years waking up trembling and shivering. Well, it was the only dream and image he is viewing since the time the nightmare happened.
He moved to the window and look at the sky. A lone tear escapes his eyes but he immediately wiped it before another threaten to fall. He sighs and moves towards the cupboard that has neatly folded minimum clothes.
He caressed the cloth and picked up the smoothest one. He fills the electric jug that boils the water and pours it into a mug. He reached his kitchen cabinet and pull out the jar for coffee and sugar. The coffee jar was empty still he poured a sugar sachet and drink it hoping to reduce hunger ignoring the pain in the upper stomach.
Dark glass, a stick and his brown leather backpack were the items he carried after locking his small flat that has one bed, cupboard, nightstand with lamp and drawer, one small window with a chair below, a gas stove with a kitchen cabinet, small photo frame in the wall and racks of books.
He lives on the outskirts of the city so he needs to walk before people start bringing out their pets for the morning routine. His alarms rang up indicating it was 5 am. He was pushed by many people on the road who didn’t even bother to say sorry but spoke some beautiful curse.
But he refuses to react just maintains his poker face and moves toward the old building. He can sense a lot of pity and sympathy but ignore it. After walking for 2 hours again his alarm rings signalling it’s 7 am. He rushed to his feet speed and enter the building before collapsing on someone.
That person was panting and asking him to forgive her. Yes her. He can tell she was in hurry by listening to her broken voice and the way she handle my stick. I just smile and said, “It’s amusing that you can see but don’t bother to glance around but here I am wanting to catch a glimpse of everything except this darkness.”
I can sense sympathy radiating from her so I moved forwards before hearing my name.
