“Human Factories Smoked, Earth’s Greenery Choked…”
It was a cold winter’s night, and the smoky apparition craved dearly for a smoke.
Her gorgeous lifeless eyes fell upon a red neon sign reading: Tobacco Shop
Passing through the doors, she made her way right to the counter and placed her ruby earring on it.
“My good man, I would like a large packet of phantom cigarettes please and I am willing to exchange my earing for it.”
“We only serve the real deal here, my dear belated ma’am,” The old manager said.
“That is such a rude thing to say, spirits are the real deal too, you know,” Said the offended blue-eyed ghost.
“You can find those in the wine shop next to the apple orchard, ma’am,” The old man said conclusively.
(Phantom cigarettes are an Indian brand of candy cigarettes)
Word Count: 125
“What’s with the smoke?”
Demothi ignored Hakan’s question and continued dancing. He appeared to be in some kind of trance. Hakan shook his head. This was getting out of hand. He needed to stop Demothi’s madness.
“Brother, you need to stop. This is not only dangerous, but also wasteful. You are destroying our forest.”
Demothi continued dancing, but vaguely replied to the question.
“To bring in something new, something archaic needs to be destroyed.”
Hakan knew what sort of destruction Demothi was talking about. The apricot trees would be emblazoned and the fields of hay would be turned into pyres. Everything would be reduced to ash. He had no personal beef with Demothi, but Hakan knew there was only one way to stop this. He picked up a stone from the ground and struck Demothi’s head. Hakan slung the unconscious Demothi over his shoulders. He had to carry him to safety before dealing with the fire. After placing Demothi down, Hakan went running towards the village, to summon aid.
It took a few hours and great efforts, but the fire finally piped down. When Demothi was questioned, he eagerly asked the villagers,
“Have the aliens landed yet?”
Word Count: 198
The chains of society bound her, gave her no space.
The heavy chains of who she ought to be and how she ought to behave, made her choke. In her desperation, she turned to the black smoke. She knew it was toxic, and she knew it was evil.
However, it was an escape from her chains.
Character Count: 280
Photo Credit: Silvia Grav