July 2009

His blistering pace in the midnight, in a blast of cold air was as a mad dog that is useless. In the darken night where no one could hear him, he was seeking help. The night was going to be a bad occurrence in his life. It seemed like rocks and breezes were in search of him. At the time air was not swaying, it was actually pelting him. Sky was covered by a black conceal and so does his empty mind. What a person can do in the lonely night if his car strike a tree and there is no one around. However, he was a cunning man, nothing of his abstraction results true.

        The wind was howling, following his way that would eventually grab him. He was struggling the way in a wind full of dust and hailstone that made him growing apprehension. His mind knew nothing. His only yen was to be out of that obstacle. Although he was tall and powerful, nothing of his abilities support at the instant. The woods were deep and still in. His sense organs were now very active. Many of the time he listens quivering in the thicket. Nonetheless he was looking “Is that an animal, or nothing but a ghost!...” He was crying like a child. Sometime he aimed to stand straight and try to face the animal but things happen just contrast. There remain nothing but his shadow and the lonely path. He kept walking ahead but eyes on back probably could provide some secure.

   The way was endless. Nothing can do his help except waiting for help. His phone was dead and none of his staff knew where he was. He walks almost a mile then he starts to realize on wastage of effort. Far away he sees a light coming nearer to him. Eventually he saw a vehicle dipping his headlight for him. And that was the event he felt like over the moon. He yelled for help. In spite of his agitation he got out of it. The night returns him as a victory, he feels like a content child.

                                                      The End