The scapegoat

She heard it cry for mercy. The more it resisted, the harder he dragged it. She cursed the custom and pitied the creature. But turned into a stranger when she savoured it for lunch.

Cheated.

They shared every secret, like the guilty and a confession box. But when the day of confession arrived, she never turned up. Her guilt held her back. 

The Twin.

He walked in feeling high on life. 2 drinks later, he danced to the silence around. 4 drinks down, he was a free soul.  And after 5, he was the happiest on the floor. He woke up to a morning full of regrets. And her text that read, “It’s over.”

Contagion.

His auto was filled with cartons of fresh bloody meat from the butcher’s. As the signal turned green, a little girl peeped on from the car that passed by. That night, for the first time, that little girl took the knife in her hands.

Poison.

At first, she swallowed her words. And she swallowed them again the next couple of times. And then when she spit them out, they said she spoke too much.