Saturday, 18 July 2009
A manifestation ( a Flash Fiction)
The spider slinked on the wall--A black, ominous creature with certain hex in its walk; like a gorgeous serpent budge. Its glare, like reflect of sun's radiance.His ogle pored over it, absorbing its grandeur to the bound. He begins to desire it. If he becomes it, he could stir to the next house and panorama Geetha's unclothed body. Geetha: his neighbor and the enchantress.
Abruptly, he is transformed, for he by no means noticed the passing conjurer of the murky magic. His each hand, slashed into four, to form four each on both sides. His body raises dim, like the spreading mystical. He is altered to the analogous spider. He moved to the adjoining home of Geetha.
There she goes, hastily to the bathroom. He trails.
Slinging on the wall, he peeks downwards. She hangs the towel on a hook and unbuttons her blouse; the first button, the second and then the last. He gapes with the lustfulness of a rapist.
She unclothes her brassiere, her delightful breasts on flaunt. She untangles her underskirt and it plummets on to the ground. Her last bit of obscurity is removed; her ambiguous, clothed self, transformed to a palpable manifestation.
Suddenly, he is trampled by a powerful bite. He, in heightened cupidity of the moment failed to notice the larger marauder, lurking in the backdrop. The pain was inconceivable, numerous drops of tears dropped on the floor, unobserved by the tininess of it.
The lizard ingested the spider, delighted with its catch and the subtle savor of its body fluid. It licked its gluttonous lips, unaware of its kill; the kill being its own sibling. He too had wished on that fateful afternoon; out of enormous thirst for the spectacle of a nude feminine body.
"Triiiiiing, triiiing, triiiiing."
The far-away resonance of an alarm clock ringing, and then a loud scream, "Sasi, O Sasi, Getup now, its six, this lazy boy, he will fail again this year."