Standing on the edge of the balcony, I saw him walking confidently into the school building. He wore a flappy, white robe which made him unusually fat. The beards on his slender face were heavy, forming scary ringlets. He muttered some words, perhaps his last prayers.
In a few minutes, the school bell would ring and the children would meet their untimely death. God forbid! I lifted my rifle, held my breathe, and aimed at the head of the beast. Kaboom! Down he went like a shit coin.
Nevertheless, when we rushed to the scene, we saw neither grenades nor any weapon strapped to the waist of the dead man. I would be charged for murder. I had killed an innocent beggar.
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I am @gandhibaba, the young man who goes about carrying his magical pen, not his gun, in his pockets.
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This is a beautifully written short story @gandhibaba. I loved the way you left your readers at suspense wondering if it is the end or there is a continuation
Thanks for your warm comment. I appreciate.