Friday, December 16, 2011

Smoked out (55)


Rishi lit his third cigarette and stood in the cemetery. He looked at his watch. 1.30 am. Fifteen more minutes. He chuckled. “One thousand rupees, here I come”. That was the bet.

“Excuse me?”

Rishi almost swallowed the cigarette. Heart pounding he turned.

“Could you please put that out? That’s what killed me you know.”

*****

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...