Friday, February 22, 2013

Curtain Call


Shamita walked to the fridge sleepily. She’d gotten used to doing it, without turning the lights on. She pulled out the water bottle, and was about to close the door, when something caught her eye in the diffused fridge light. Over at the living room window.

“Not again,” she muttered under her breath. Her father was sleep-walking again. This time he stood in the semi-darkness, looking out.

“Pa?” She wouldn’t usually talk. Just a ‘pa’ got a reaction and he turned back to his bedroom. Not tonight.

“Pa,” she called out again, her eyelids dropping. “Whatever,” she shrugged and headed back to her bedroom.

She crossed her parents’ room and absently looked in.

Pa was right there beside ma, snoring.

Her blood froze, and she slowly turned to the living room window. Somebody was still there. He turned to her for a moment. Shamita didn't move. Couldn't.

Then it was just the curtain, swaying gently in the night breeze.

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2 comments:

PURN!MA said...

There goes my mid night snacking from now on! :|

Varsha Naik said...

Probably she was hallucinating at night....