Tag: God

the writer and a virgin God (4/4)

The accident made the surgery unavoidable. The odds for and against the success are declared as equals. Upon his agreement, the process was said to begin in two hours.
“Someone insists to see you. Do you want to let him in ?” said a young man. The man in the gray suit walked in,
“You look…” he paused, “Same..”
“So, you do remember me.”
“You don’t believe me but it was like yesterday.”
“Yeah, I bet.” The man dragged a chair, ” I am here to tell you a small story and ask you a question. Is that okay…?”
“I may be going to a grave, Mr.You-know-who. and you are here for bedtime stories, huh?”
“Yeah. Funny, Isn’t it ?”
“Go on, I am eager to see where it ends.”
“Once a rat asked the god why it should be the one running away from the cat and pleaded him to make it into a cat. He granted the wish and then again, it saw something big was hunting throughout the day. It asked for an another wish and he granted it. Finally, when it became the king in the forest, it asked why it was old and, the god started to laugh…”
“That was a lame story I’ve ever heard…”
“Perhaps, So was your book about God.”
“The hell does that mean ?”
“You want miracles from God, denying your abilities to do them. It says that prayers to be done more than efforts…”
“Wait, I never mean…”
“Now, the question…” the man came closer, “Was it his foolishness or the rat’s greediness, a reason for the good laugh ?”
He began to feel that the surgery was going wrong. The jerk of shocks on his chest was the last consciousness, as though someone was shaking him,
“Wake up…” came the voice.
He was in his Mercedes with his two passengers,
“Sorry, I am late. Let’s go.” said the man in the gray suit.
He smiled at the idea of a dream scripted by his unconsciousness in such a detail.
A few days later,
Two passengers met at a railway station,
“I thought our play was done when he said ‘same’ to your face.”
“I don’t like make-ups. Besides, he was fond of miracles.”
“And what did his friend prove by doing this…?”
“I just want to give an honest review. That’s all.”
“Is it a worthy risk…? I mean..,”
“It is so hard to tell truth without hurting one’s self-esteem, isn’t it?” he saw the watch ticking the hour hand, “Not from a childhood friend, at least. Anyway, you don’t have to see him again to have any risk.”
She gave a smile and said,
“He asked me out for dinner. Turns out our play is too good to become a lie…”
“Great but this one ain’t in my hands…” They laughed.
The man in the gray suit left on a metro.

-The End-

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the writer and a virgin god (3/4)

He felt the jerks more often, and an instant realization frightened him as he was supposed to be the driver an hour ago…
His eyes are heavy and upon some consistent attempts,
It captured the sight of being in an ambulance, with his nerve pinned to the bottle of chemicals.
“Take it easy, sir.” Said a young man in a white jacket, “Your wife is here.” He followed and saw a lady to whom he offered a ride not more than an hour ago…
“Darling, Don’t worry…”
He tried to move but discovers it as a dumb notion to control his body. They are weak and drugged.
After a few minutes later, Aspirin took his vain to an another reality. He woke up and saw an elderly woman standing in front of him,
“Hello, sir…” She introduced herself, ” Remember me…?”,
“Of course, Doc… You look old,” He said in relief, “I had a terrible dream and I thought to visit you.I..uhh…”
“Yeah, You did…” He saw a concern in her face,
“Do you trust me…?”
“Is it one of your mind games,..?”
“Supposedly,”
“I do…”
“What if I say, you’ve forgotten ten years of your life ” She paused, “and you’ve got a wife and two children…”
“Doc, How could….” He remembered that she never wastes time on jokes.”Which year is it ?” He asks after a brief moment.
“2030”

-Cont’d

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the writer and a virgin God (2/4)

Three passengers took the comfort of Mercedes.

After a while,

“Forgive me but, could you tell what we’re waiting for..?” she asked the driver.

“Apparently for the other one who left the car…”

“Who did..?”

“No offense but, he looks a bit sane than you…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no other than us in this car.”

He bet to see any hint of laughter in her expressions but there were none for a while.

“You never saw anyone. An elder man with a gray suit talking to me..”

“No, I thought you were on a call.”

He looked around to observe the situation,

“The book…” He said in relief, “It’s real and he brought it.”

“You sure he bought it..?”

“Enough of this stupidity… I don’t care if he’s real or not. Let us go…”

But he never left the ‘idea of ghost’. Until now, he felt the comfort of a sole creation of tricks transformed into enticing stories. It was a rather frustrating for him to be an actor than a writer. He says that supernatural forces are too comical to be true. Though it contradicts his consciousness, he tried to convince himself of having hallucinations

Meanwhile, she typed on his iPhone…

“We’re moving…”

 

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