February 10th, 2005
Death Of A Nervous Man
“I don’t like it.”
“What do you mean you don’t like it? It was your idea; remember?
“I never thought you were serious about the whole affair.”
“I don’t care what you thought, you’ve got to do it,” he said, pointing the gun at him.
“Okay, okay,” he said, standing up.
Quickly he went to the other room, his heart beating wildly. The other man followed him.
She was sleeping there, blissfully unaware of the scheme of things. Without giving his mind a notice he grabbed her throat. She was quick awake, eyes popping, a scream inside her throat. She never had a chance. Suddenly aware of the sweat formation on his face, he wiped it with her gown. She was smiling.
Was she dead?
Or was he?
-Kunal Goel
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Nisha says:
hey koonal.. nice story.. got me thinking=).. sweet pagee
- Nisha -
February 10th, 2005 at 04:04 am
prathapml says:
lol man!
Is this extracts taken from novels/books?
Is it real-life….
Is it fiction by yourself in Jeffrey Archer’s episodic best, style?
All of these paras are leaving me thinking – no conclusion yet!
February 15th, 2005 at 08:51 am
Fred says:
This is flash fiction at it’s worst
February 16th, 2005 at 12:37 am
chetna says:
reminds me of sydney sheldon….phew!!
October 25th, 2005 at 10:17 pm
Kunal Goel says:
oh!
October 25th, 2005 at 10:51 pm
Isaiah says:
Unfathomable!!
October 25th, 2005 at 10:55 pm
Neha says:
Hmm I think she was dead. I would love to die with a smile on my lips
March 17th, 2006 at 11:51 am