Weekend Writing Prompt #32 – Reflection
Prose Challenge – Write a story in 150 words where a character sees their reflection and is surprised by what they find.
By Neel Anil Panicker
It’s one in the afternoon and Tiz Hazari Courts have broken for recess. It’s a bee hive of activity all around the Tiz Hazari Courts; the roadside food stalls, stamp paper vendors, single chair ‘all in one’ typists, and tin shed shops are choc a block with a litany of litigants, wannabe litigants, and sundry hangers on, the last, customarily drawn to courts like bumble bees to a pot of honey.
Amidst the clatter of pots and pans, the air soon reverberates with the maddening melange of non-stop high pitched voices as agitated and/or excited men and women discuss threadbare one or the other case, decoding its finer nuances and passing profound judgements on them with a confidence that would sure convince the most
recalcitrant of all judges.
Amidst all this, Liza, clad in a black burqa, enters past Gate No.4, and waits her turn for the customary metal detector inspection at the makeshift cubicle beside it.
Her eyes fall on the mirror opposite her and she quickly lifts her veil only to watch a strange frightened woman staring back at her.
If someone were to see her now, the eyes, a strange blue and ringed with fear, and desperation writ large on a normally placid face, he or she would surely wonder, and rightly so that something was amiss.
Soon a detailed pat down search would follow.
Thankfully for Liza nothing like that occurred as she heard the lone gun toting uniformed sentry outside waive her off with a, “ Go in. The machine’s not working”.
With a huge sigh of relief Liza stepped out and walked towards the huge two storied Victorian red brick building that housed Court Room No. 2.
It was the place where Ali would be brought to in a heavily guarded police van along with other convicts.
The thought made Liza slide her hands down towards her belly and as her fingers circled over a mound of hard surface beneath her burqa, her eyes, from behind the veil, wrinkled into smiles.
All she now awaited for was the right opportunity to explode the bombs that she held in a belt that she wore around her waist.
©neelanilpanicker2017 #PART 29 of A DANGEROUS LOVE #FICTION #NOVELLA #325WORDS
To read previous episodes of this ongoing novella ” A DANGEREOUS LOVE’ click on the links below:
PART EIGHT https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/08/neelwritescatsoutofthebagfffpppart8ofdangerouslovefiction08082017/
PART TEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/neelwritesalonelyvigilparttenofadangerouslovefiction35812082017/
PART 27: https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/28/neelwritesbiggamehuntingpart27ofadangerouslovenovellafictionthreelinetales28102017/