May 30 TSL Pandorathon - He sat bolt upright in bed. It was midnight and someone was knocking at the door Short fiction - 500 words.
Prompt given by Santosh Bakaya
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Who can it be knocking at my door, he thought, in the lines of the famous Men At Work song. Stay away. That was at the first knock. When it went on, he groaned and at first pulled his pothappu tighter over his body and head. But it kept on, a metronome or clock second hand or something. Shit! No choice but to get up and look. Who the hell would come to visit him. He had no friends except one, and nobody ever came to his room at the end of the corridor even by mistake except a cleaner or that friend to pass him some news, that too very rarely and he never came at night.
Could it be a raven? But they knock at windowpanes. Could it be a bhooth, preth, pisach, dana? But they don't need to knock.
He got up and staggered to the door at the twelfth knock.
Opened it.
There was no one there. Hell! He cursed all the gods, ghosts and devils that ever existed and went back to sleep when there it was again.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
It was 12.13 now! Thirteen knocks!
What the ****!
He got up and ran to the door so the miscreant could not vanish into thin air. Maybe it was hiding above the door, he thought. He yanked the door open and looked upwards for a hole in the ceiling , around, down at the floor to see if it had grown a trapdoor and found nothing.
Bloody --------
He was wide awake now. Better go and write on that prompt, he thought. What was it today? He peered at the screen in the midnight daze. Radhakrishnan would have written on it or Pankajam or Aneeta or Lucette or Roopam or Adi or Richi or Lakshmi... or Vinita. He didn't even know what it was yet, didn't remember but could find out from one of these faithful.
To his increasing horror and dismay he found he had already written on it and posted.
May 30 TSL Pandorathon - He sat bolt upright in bed. It was midnight and someone was knocking at the door Short fiction - 500 words.
Prompt given by Santosh Bakaya
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Who can it be knocking at my door, he thought, in the lines of the famous Men At Work song. Stay away. That was at the first knock. When it went on, he groaned and at first pulled his pothappu tighter over his body and head. But it kept on, a metronome or clock second hand or something. Shit! No choice but to get up and look. Who the hell would come to visit him. He had no friends except one, and nobody ever came to his room at the end of the corridor even by mistake except a cleaner or that friend to pass him some news, that too very rarely and he never came at night.
Could it be a raven? But they knock at windowpanes. Could it be a bhooth, preth, pisach, dana? But they don't need to knock.
He got up and staggered to the door at the twelfth knock.
Opened it.
There was no one there. Hell! He cursed all the gods, ghosts ever and devils that ever existed and went back to sleep when there it was again.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
It was 12.13 now! Thirteen knocks!
What the ****!
He got up and ran to the door so the miscreant could not vanish into thin air. Maybe it was hiding above the door, he thought. He yanked the door open and looked upwards for a hole in the ceiling, around, down at the floor to see if it had grown a trapdoor and found nothing.
Bloody --------
This was what he had posted!
Was he going mad? Did she really expect him to count the words?
Who the hell had knocked and how had he written of it (earlier?) and when?
Was there two of him?
Was it he who had knocked? How could he be outside and inside and also have posted? Was there three of him? (To be continued by the reader)
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