Here is one of the short stories I have recently written.
Writing short stories is an inspiration I have drawn from Jeffrey Archer after I read his book “The 36 collected short stories”. Since most of his endings have a cute twist in the end, I tried to do something of that sort. I don’t know whether it worked or not? I guess I need to hear from you readers. Go ahead, happy Reading!
An encounter with a gorgeous beauty!
It was a cold night at the bar. Almost everyone had gone home. In the remote corner the bartender was serving someone vodka. I was playing with my whisky glass, not able to decide whether to walk home or to down another peg. Finally, I smacked the glass on the table for a refill. The bartender duly filled my glass. While I rolled my tongue in the whisky, my eyes wandered to a distant corner where one silhouette, that of a woman, was drinking something. I disembarked from my chair and ambled close to her. As I walked to her, her smile widened and her eyes invited me to the nearby cushioned chair. Mesmerized by her green bewitching eyes, and her perfect full-bodied figure, I sat myself. Although I was never good with ladies, I seemed to have a premonition that with this lady it would be an easy job.With a mystic smile she mischievously murmured, “You seem to be having trouble”. I asked her, “Are you some sort of a sorcerer?” To which she gave a disarming smile and said “I was just guessing”. Then the conversation flowed smooth as silk between us. I came to know she was new to the town. And was here two days ago and will return home at daybreak tomorrow. Sensing that once this gorgeous beauty slips away I may not ever see her, I invited her over to my place. She seemed reluctant, but later gave in with a wicked smile.
An encounter with a gorgeous beauty!
It was a cold night at the bar. Almost everyone had gone home. In the remote corner the bartender was serving someone vodka. I was playing with my whisky glass, not able to decide whether to walk home or to down another peg. Finally, I smacked the glass on the table for a refill. The bartender duly filled my glass. While I rolled my tongue in the whisky, my eyes wandered to a distant corner where one silhouette, that of a woman, was drinking something. I disembarked from my chair and ambled close to her. As I walked to her, her smile widened and her eyes invited me to the nearby cushioned chair. Mesmerized by her green bewitching eyes, and her perfect full-bodied figure, I sat myself. Although I was never good with ladies, I seemed to have a premonition that with this lady it would be an easy job.With a mystic smile she mischievously murmured, “You seem to be having trouble”. I asked her, “Are you some sort of a sorcerer?” To which she gave a disarming smile and said “I was just guessing”. Then the conversation flowed smooth as silk between us. I came to know she was new to the town. And was here two days ago and will return home at daybreak tomorrow. Sensing that once this gorgeous beauty slips away I may not ever see her, I invited her over to my place. She seemed reluctant, but later gave in with a wicked smile.
Once we reached home, I cleared the clutter on the table on which was some office files and few magazines. Then, with soft music flowing, lights dimmed to a gossamer shimmer, scented candles smoldering…the night was as romantic as one could imagine it to be. But sadly the night is always followed by day. And the day struck. It was as hurting as a knife being plunged into the chest. The parting was sorrowful. Since I didn’t want to watch her leave, I bid her goodbye and stepped into the restroom to shave. I heard her bangles tinkle, the dress ruffle, and footsteps fade away, while my heart swiftly melted within.After the lady left, I got ready for the office.It looks like ages, but it was only last evening that my boss had said, “Keep this with you today and get it to the office tomorrow” pushing across a thick file on which was the word “Confidential” marked in red ink. Later in the day, when I carelessly tossed the same file on the desk, our boss literally leapt out of his chair screaming, “Don’t ever take your eyes of this file, the competitors would do anything to get their hands on this”. I guess the boss is simply hypersensitive. Or else who would want to a pinch file? More importantly, how would they do it?
And once I turn in this so-very-important file of his today, I could relax, may be have a chilled beer or two. But primarily where’s this darn file? I recollect keeping it on this table. Hmm…on second thoughts, may be I must have left it on the fridge when I had my drink last evening. Gosh! It’s not here either. Where could it be? Where did it disappear? I am sure the file simply didn’t walk away from the house? With beads of sweat now forming quickly on my forehead I started to turn nervous. Then, I quickly recalled the importance of the file. My boss was very specific about its safety. Now I have misplaced it. How could I be so foolish? After nearly an hour long rummaging through the desks, cupboards, etc., it was visibly clear that the file went missing.
Then reality came flooding in. It was as if the whole room in which I stood was spinning when I knew how the file went missing. It was right there on the table when I returned home last evening. Only this morning it disappeared. What does it mean? With my pulsing racing and heart nearly stopping, it was stark clear who the culprit was…the green-eyed witch.
As I fell sobbing on the floor, another realisation struck me like a cold blast, the real culprit wasn’t of course the lady. Yes, it wasn’t the lady…but my adulterous heart.
