WISPS OF BLUE

NO MERCY

"I can't believe it's already July. It's been a long wait…"

The clock was ticking to the appointed hour. Midnight was such a fascinating time. With her hood pulled up and arms crossed, Pippa leaned against the broad trunk of a tree.

The 'Buck Moon' shone more than brightly this night. So fascinating and powerful.

It was twenty past the agreed time. With an impatient glance at her watch, she kicked at a loose pebble in frustration. She was about to walk away when she heard a crunch of leaves beneath brisk footsteps.

"Pippa…I'm here…Sorry, I'm late."

Pippa appeared from behind the tree and took lazy strides towards him.

"Oh there you are!" He walked towards her excitedly. He would make this night memorable for her!

Midway through his thought, he felt a sharp jab and a warm stickiness on his neck. Slumping on the ground, his life ebbing away, he looked up to see Pippa's bloodied mouth, fangs bared!

"At this very spot, I put an end to a pedophile like you! This day, I'm at my peak to avenge all those victims who couldn't get justice!"

Smirking, she swirled her cloak and soared into the sky.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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WISPS OF BLUE

"I can't believe it's already July!" Barbeque night was here.

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The snide remarks…

The cackles…

Because he was different, walked differently, talked differently. He was of the wrong color and so was his hair.

He looked out of his window which faced the neighbor's backyard. They were all there. It's now or never! He went to the garage and flipped open the lid of the canister. The odor was acrid. He hauled it all the way to the neighbors'.

The aroma of slow-smoked briskets was tantalizing. They were too busy to notice him entering stealthily.

Spilling the ethanol vigorously, he lit a match and dropped it. Molten and ferocious liquid flames were volatile and engulfing..

The ear-splitting screeches…

The house looked like a mountain of fire! He stood transfixed in the scorching heat.

The night was cold, but his heart was icier.

A sense of calm washed over as he watched the destruction with dead eyes. He was burning down his memories so it couldn't come back to haunt him.

As everything and everyone crumbled into a charred heap, the crackle of the dying fire was all that could be heard in the silence of the night.

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