The house echoed with strange sounds. He walked out to the store, asked for a cigarette. Lit it, choked on the smoke and fell to the floor. The cigarette kept burning.
People gathered and sprinkled water on his face. His tongue had turned grey like ash.
“What happened?” they asked.
“My house is echoing,” he said.
He lived at the bottom of a mountain resort. Voices carried. Trees spoke. He sat there and told them about these. One day he heard a woman’s voice say, “You are a eucalyptus tree, I can smell you from afar.”
She was nowhere. He went and smelled himself. There was the scent of eucalyptus.
Someone whispered that he was hallucinating. He heard it. He got up, his hands grazed with mud. Before walking away he stubbed out the cigarette with the heel of his shoe.
He turned back. There was no trace of it.
He entered the house. The curtains covered his face and circled his neck. He was choking.
He opened his mouth to breathe. Smoke curled out. The stub of the cigarette lay dead in his mouth.
9 comments:
FV:
Depressingly weird.
Can I ask you something? Why did you write this? And then, why publish it, even on a blog?
ok i get ur point, bt i aint quitting tht easily B)
not quitting either...
PS:
Did you expect any different?!
Mask:
Huh? Is it that bad? But I don't mind exposing myself...if you see my warts you will be drawn to see the rest fo me!
Andy and Signals History(??):
Then I should hope that at least you can sing, "Har fik'r ko dhuen mein udaata chala gaya"...
dhuan nahi karta azad koi fikar, koi gam mera
nikla wo kaccha dhaga, na chahe bhi aap ko shikwon se bandhne
bejaan chhallon ki maayoosi mein simta jo ye chehra
aur maut ke shikanje me lagi meri ruh bhi pal pal ghutne...
Funny. The questions were quite literal, not what you thought them to mean. Can't explain.
Andy:
Nice.
Mask:
If the queries were literal, then why can't you explain?
Because it does not come out right.
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