Friday, December 16, 2011

Smoked out



Rishi lit his third cigarette. Blowing a ring of smoke, he checked his wristwatch. 1.30 am. Fifteen more minutes. “One thousand rupees, here I come," He said, exhaling the cold air at the cemetery. That was the bet. To spend 3 hours alone there.

“Excuse me?” said a voice from behind him.

Rishi almost swallowed the cigarette gasping. He teetered back. 'What the holy fuck...?'

He couldn't see anybody though. 
 
“Could you please put that out? That’s what killed me you know."

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6 comments:

Mirage said...

Bechara! Lost Rs1000. :P

phatichar said...

Mirage: Hehehe

Neha said...

I would have died then and there!!!

phatichar said...

Neha: Come now...

vaidegi j said...

wow! that was good!! :)

phatichar said...

vaidegi: :P thx...