FOWC with Fandango — Traffic

FOWC with Fandango — Traffic


By Neel Anil Panicker

Dipika looked at the man, at the gun that he held and that which was pointed at her temple, and then slowly closing her eyes, waited for the inevitable, her mind a traffic blur.

One, two, three…soon it would be all over__a bullet shot would spill her brains and woof, she would be free from it all; free from the shallowness of an increasingly self serving world dog eat dog world that didn’t have in its lexicon words such as love, trust, loyalty et al.

Zilch… something triggered in her brain__she opened her eyes to find she was still alive, was still thinking, still breathing.

Her eyes scanned the man, looked over his quivering fingers on the trigger at the icicles of sweat that trickled down his swarthy face; and it was then that she knew.

Knew that this man, this man who had brought her into this world, this man who only till the other day she called ‘father’; this man who only minutes ago had shot dead the man she loved to death, that this man when it came to the crunch had fallen short, didn’t have the guts to carry forth and finish off the diabolical s acts that he had started.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she stepped forward, wrenched the gun from his hand, and then did what needed to be done under the circumstances.

#flash #fiction #FOWC#229 #SSS #diabolical #traffic #crunch

4 thoughts on “neelwrites/shortofguts/SSS/FOWC/love/crime/04/10/2018

  1. Kept me rivetted to the end! Wonderfully crafted tale!

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  2. UP

    Very well told. Great Six.

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