Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Boy Who Knew Death

Posted by A Great Liar


As the sun rose each morning, so did the lonely old man with it; a sad limping figure strolling across the front lawn with a cigar tucked in his mouth, lighting fresh candles here and there, perhaps on an imagined grave of some loved one long lost to the infirmity of time and age.

A young boy living across the street, with an unusual pastime for a rather simple minded 12 years old, watched the old man out at the porch each morning, raving and talking to himself or the ghosts surrounding him, with his eyes staring wide and in excitement against the narrow scope of a binocular.

At times, he saw the old man going down in a fit of wild cough, settling against the neatly layered grass and spiting what looked like blood from the distance. The boy would be disappointed each time it happened, since it almost invariably spelled an end to his little morning show.

But it was never the cough or the sight of blood that bothered the little boy, the idea that the old man might die one of these days; because in his heart of hearts the boy also had a secret about him, a secret he had sworn to protect till the end of time.


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And then one fine day, when the old man began to cough incessantly, fell down, and remained unmoved for minutes on end, the young boy threw the binoculars down, got hold of one of the little Stickman Sam dolls stolen from his younger brother and ran for the house across the street; knowing that time was the enemy to all the magic in this world.

Because our little boy knew how to cheat death, though the only thing bothering him was that he just hasn’t quite perfected the art yet.

Once there, he leaned down and was relieved to find the old man with his eyes wide open, echoing loud irregular breaths.

There is still time. The boy realized; his young heart now a lucent dream in the wake of this newly found hope.

And with his eyes closed a little too tight, the little boy pressed the Stickman Sam against the failing heart of a dying old man and made a wish.

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5 comments:

  1. Reading your writeups is a bliss.

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  2. "time was the enemy to all the magic in the world"...god its lovely to find a new great fiction blog after soo long...

    and proves something i believe, the one does not needs a lot of words to create magic with them...length of a fiction never matters, everything else in it does!

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  3. Beautifully written.... freshened-up my day!

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  4. I'm awed! Its been a long time since I've read something like this; something that wakes up a tingly feeling of awe and thrill in the pit of my stomach. It's different, it's nice,it's good:)

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  5. A writing refresher for me! Good to see your (not too long posts in a while :-P)

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