Stranger Than Fiction

It was late and most of the town-folk had retired to their beds, seeking comfort in their beds after a hard day’s work.
Her bag was packed and she paced up and down the footpath as she waited for her ride.
Kishore had promised he would be waiting for her by 10.00 but it was already 10.30 and there was no sign of him.
In the haste to leave home before anyone noticed, Anu hadn’t made sure her phone had enough battery to last the night.
Wondering about her next course of action, she noticed the steady beam – of Kishore’s bike perhaps? approaching her.
Summoning all her courage, she showed the thumbs up sign asking the rider for a lift. The bike screeched to a halt near her and cold grey eyes appraised her from top to bottom. For a moment Anu wondered if she was walking into a trap or whether the rider could pose a threat to her.

Laughing at her own helplessness, she occupied the pillion seat. She could do nothing about it even if the person she was with now was not Kishore. All she knew was somehow she had to escape. From the confines of the four walls she was supposed to call home. Truth be told, she found comfort and peace among strangers rather than her own family.

She had imagined this day umpteen times and today she was finally ready to take the jump. A small technical glitch like her friend not coming on time was not going to stop her from running away and finally tasting freedom.

Little did Anu know that the rider on the bike was nobody other than her own brother, while her Kishore lay bleeding to death just around the corner. The family could not afford to let Anu stray outside the house, there were secrets to be protected and identities to be hidden.


This post is for Day 1 on BarAThon, the prompt being Stranger Than Fiction

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15 thoughts on “Stranger Than Fiction

  1. Oh my! The poor girl trying to escape and ending up in a trap. Such a sad and tragic tale and yet this does happen, doesn’t it? Well written and very gripping.

    It does seem that many families are so controlling of their daughters. I have heard sad stories of mercy killings here in Canada when girls from other countries try to be independent and go out with boys outside of their religion against their parent’s wishes. So tragic to hear about.

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