Tuesday, July 18, 2017

எல்லா தவறான கேள்விகளும்


Who pulled the trigger?

It's cold outside. The night love died. On the night you murdered love…

This neighborhood isn't what it used to be. The harbor quarter has flooded the city. Dark corners and backstreets. Whitaker Lane is wet and dirty now. And the wind brings a salty and rotten smell from the bay.

A shot echoes through the skyscraper canyons.

I am hiding behind an overflowing dumpster.

A group of men in a shadowy twilight surrounding a motionless figure lying on the floor.

A hoarse voice growling, Who pulled the trigger?

A gloved back of hand hitting a cheek.

But, boss. One of the men kneels down whining.

You killed him, the hoarse voice is whispering. I wasn't done with him. He knew where the dude is, for sure, but couldn't tell.

Another gunshot is tearing up the silence. Another body lying dead on the floor.

Clean up, the hoarse voice commands. And get rid of the witness behind that dumpster…


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