I whisper among the plastic chairs that house the AD’s and the scriptwriters. My cries of loneliness echo the walls of the caravans that house the actors.Read More Minor character
And so, they went off, with a new passenger in their already congested ancient vehicle. As the vehicle went away spewing dust, we looked at each other, What Just Happened?Read More What Just Happened – Part 4.
A monster of a man emerged from the Jeep, smartly dressed even at the late hour, wielding the most ferocious looking piece of wood I had ever set my eyes on.Read More What Just Happened – Part 3.
In a couple of seconds, the others sensed something was afoot and looked at what we were staring at. The eight of us looked, hooked completely. My heart wasn’t mine any more.Read More What Just Happened – Part 2.
As we looked at each other, a gust of wind blew in over the tombs as if to remind us that we live right next to the resting place of the dead, an old run down cemetery, and that such instances should be dealt with nonchalance and a sense of familiarity.Read More What Just Happened – Part 1.
I instinctively stopped and looked up. Inches away from my unmanned left eyeball, the sharp end of a “boring pump” was staring at me.Read More My glass half-empty