My Imaginary Life 08
It’s a weekday evening, just after dark and a thunderstorm is brewing outside. Shah and Jo are each in their own houses this time. Shah is lazing on his couch, watching some old films he rented while Jo is in the middle of a shower. There’s a sudden flash of lightning and the following second, a blackout occurs plunging everything into darkness. Jo screams but no one hears her. Shah stares at his now blank TV for a while and then lays back on his couch and curses under his breath.
Shah: Damn thunderstorm.
Shah waits for a while for his eyes to get adjusted to the dark. Using the light from his handphone for illumination, he navigates his way to the kitchen and rummages through the drawers for candles and a lighter. Two minutes later, he’s moving around the house with a lighted candle in one hand, placing other candles in various locations in his house. Someone begins knocking on his front door.
Shah: Hang on. Hang on. I’m coming.
Shah makes his way to his front door, still placing candles along the way. The knocking becomes harder and faster.
Shah: I’ll be right there!
Shah stubs a toe on the corner of his shoe cabinet.
Shah: ARGH! Goddamnit!
He hops around on one foot a couple of times. As a result some hot wax from the top of the candle he’s holding falls onto his wrist. He lets go of the candle and it falls on to the floor harmlessly, it’s flame dead.
Shah: Argh! Fu-. Rrrrrrrrr!
Shah clenches his right wrist with his left hand. Meanwhile, the knocking on the front door grows even louder and more urgent. Shah shakes off the pain in his hand and opens the door quickly.
Shah: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!!
Jo looks at Shah, a scared look on her face and on the verge of tears. She’s wearing a terry cloth robe, wrapped tightly around her and her hair is wet.
Jo: Um…
Jo looks back along the dark corridor where she came from and looks at Shah again. Her voice is soft, frightened.
Jo: I didn’t mean to bother you… um… sorry.
Jo turns away from Shah and starts to walk back to her place. Shah walks after her.
Shah: Wait… wait. Jo. Stop. What happened? I’m sorry, I stubbed my toe and burned myself on the way to open the door. I didn’t mean to shout at you. Talk to me.
Jo stops and turns to Shah, her breathing is shallow and heavy. She starts having a panic attack.
Shah: Jo? Josephine!?
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Az November 29th, 2005 at 9:49:14 am
Why do you say that?