PLAYING FOR HIGH STAKES
By Neel Anil Panicker
“No questions. I thought we’re on a date.”
Sabina looked across her chair at the man seated opposite.
Rakish. He looked handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Like the the way they show them in those Wild West Black & White movies of yore: Tall, thick venomous lips idling under a handle bar moustache; the shirt buttons, the top three, ripped open, as if in defiance, to reveal a criss-cross mane of shiny hair__black as charcoal.
‘Well, we’re technically… but that doesn’t mean I can’t slip in a question or two, does it?’
She ended the words in a deliberately slow twang, the last few syllables a playful stretch.
The man turned his face away; his eyes boring downwards.
At a thousand feet above the earth there wasn’t much to see below; both men and machines mere moving dots.
“Ok shoot, but remember, just one question, Ok?”
‘Ok. Tell me, why did you kill Afroz?”
His face registered shock, followed by fear.
“He was my brother. You shot him dead”.
‘He was a traitor.’
She extricated her gun.
“Thirteen year olds aren’t traitors…you’re, the ones who brainwash innocent minds”.
She didn’t wait for a response.
Instead, pulled the trigger.
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