Hostiles

Keyword: Hostile

We’re gunning for the finish line. Two miles. One.

We can smell freedom, and homecooked meals. And endless summer days spent under the deodar. Skidding pebbles across the stream. Racing against each other. For no other reason than to feel the wind race through us, the sun kiss our back. To feel the give of the grassy earth under our bare feet. To feel weightless, alive. When the first body drops. Then another.

I fall, too. Shot in the back.

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2 comments

  1. Kanika · November 27, 2015

    Fun…
    And, introspective…
    And, honest…
    And most importantly, you start off!
    Just swerve when you hear the bang 😊

    Liked by 1 person

    • shwetapadmadas · November 27, 2015

      Thanks, man. Good to hear coming from you. And, yes, noted. Dodged the bullet. Phew!

      Like

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