A VERY COLD ACT
By Neel Anil Panicker
“You’ve two hours. Not a minute more, not a minute less. Or else…”
As the voice trailed off Elizabeth felt an icy chill run down her spine. Suddenly, her head turned dizzy. Horrific memories of Hurricane Katrina came sweeping by as her reflection stared back from the blank screen.
A bob of unkept hair fell unimaginably over a face that looked like it had seen the Devil. The eyes, two near invisible black dots, peeped out like petrified rabbits from under hollowed out sockets__shell shocked and half blinking. The body, a trembling edifice of loose limbs and bones clothed in a faded out cotton maxi that had holes one more than the roads in Delhi.
Forcing herself away from the scary vision, Elizabeth moved towards the window.
Straining her neck out, she rubbed her eyes and peered out at the street below.
The narrow lane abutting her corner single room rented house was a skein of white.
The weatherman, for once, was right.
There was no way she could step out for the next two days.
Icicles of sweat dripped from her temples.
She stared at her feet, and at the body that lay beside it.
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