The window of five minutes on every morning walk slave my imaginations in terror. It is first of its kind to transform into something very peculiar.
“The funny thing, isn’t it?” My thick-skinned friend grinned.
I would’ve yelled that the white skeleton of a human is not funny if only he had said it a month ago. When some people began to take notice of it in a graveyard unattended, they buried it yet the fantasies of the dead traveled quicker than any means. It is used to resurface every week, mostly depend on the depth.
Every eye caught the shape of a large jaw and a perfect set of tooth. Rumours became a myth and scripted for shiny things,
“….began to come from far places and even began to take selfies with it. Locals say that the skeleton belongs to a governor in the British reign and he is known to be a good man to look after his people. As his greed began to overpower him, a saint cursed him that he would never die as his skeleton will also be alive, being a governor…”
The lady with a mic read as she practiced.
I must confess that I am a little coward to step into such ludicrous affairs. Unfortunately, I have to say about my thick-skinned friend without which the story wouldn’t have begun.
The tall boy said to be born in the coastal region, neither tough nor ambitious but enough to cause trouble with an arrogant mind.
“Well, What do we do?” He asked me, while I joined him in the college.
“I don’t know. Let’s do something interesting.” He thought for a while and,
“How about we break a bone of the governor?”
“Why? He is a dumb toy, sitting….Wait, how did you know about the broken bone?”
“I saw that on the TV.”
He isn’t looking at me and more importantly, he knows that I can find out.
“That’s too early for the news, isn’t it?”
Thank you for reading…