neelwrites/stokingthefires/sixsentencestories/ThreeThingsChallenge/flash/fiction/shortstory/27/07/2018

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Written for

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt! Resort

and

Three Things Challenge, 26 July 2018

Today’s things are: fan, cool, summer

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/26/three-things-challenge-26-july-2018/

STOKING THE FIRES  

By Neel Anil Panicker

 “Heartless blood sucking vampires, do nogooders, fat ass Mammon worshippers, worthless  dregs on Earth they all are and all this I say not once, not twice but a hundred times loud and clear, in the hope, in the vain hope that it jolts one among you who have gathered here this hot summer afternoon to get up and shoot the nimcompoops who run the civic body of this increasingly unliveable town.

From the street corner Joshua, his handsome virile face dripping with the sweat and grime that’s synonymous with an Indian summer eyed the crowd that had swelled to a few hundred in the past one hour or so and wondered whether Anindo Chattopadhyay, General Secretary of All Unorganised Workers and Daily Wagers Union had the much needed lung power and charisma to hold this audience riveted for the next couple of hours, at least.

He got his answer the very next moment as the by now boisterous and increasingly agitated band of protestors broke into raucous lusty cries of “We Want Justice”, “Down with Highhandedness” that resonated far and wide all around the town square.

Watching the fast unfolding spectacle warmed the cockles of Joshua’s heart and he instantly pulled out a phone from his back pocket and pressing a number which he had on speed dial, whispered, “Darling, it’s getting hot here. Looks like they’re going to resort to violence. He’ll be busy for at least three more hours. Get ready, I’m coming over”.

At the other end of town, in a near secluded middle class neighbourhood, a delirious Mrs Chattopadhya kept the phone down, switched on the fan and broke into an impromptu street dance that saw her deliriously jumping up and down all over the floor of her seventh floor apartment bedroom.

Finally, her mind on an even keel, she sat down and began to mull the various ways and means to keep cool the ‘hot as burning coal’ Joshua.

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