I fear my intuitions. The past has taught me to do that. But to remain frozen on a dusty bench staring at the road for ten minutes is, yes it should be, crazy. Am I just hallucinating that these passers-by are throwing glares at me? I don’t know. I am not sure if this would happen. Neither am I an insane mortal inspired by those ‘Final Destination’ stuffs. No! this will happen!! What paralyses me is the fact that there isn’t a thing that I can control here. What is destined to happen is inexorable. I’m cursed. It’s like God ran out of everything that man can be bestowed with when he chose sixth-sense to be my gift. Am I the only one who can hear the tick from my wrist watch? How long is this going to take?
“Mom can I have it?”
“Wow, and that twinkle melts my heart? Okay fine, take it.”
“Love you Mom!”
“And that stays longer than that candy?”
“Now we’ll rush before it rains”
“Fear your Dad, not the rains…he’s all gaga over the party tonight”
“Rain rain go away...!”
“Now come here hold my hands. The road’s a mess.”
“Okay what is it this time?”
“See that guy at the other side? That bench? He’s scaring me with a look Mom”
“I think I asked you give me your hands, now Master can you do that? The lights are yet to be repaired. It’s about to rain. If we don’t’ rush now I’ll have to win over the cold before it catches you.”
A cool breeze caressed every soul.
She held his hands and stepped on to the road.
AAAAAAAAARG! Oh, my ears. Lord I can’t stand this any longer. AAAAAAAARG!
“Is something wrong? Need any help?”
“Err no it’s fine, thanks.”
The young man walked away, swaying to sides. It began to rain.
Later that night, somewhere far away…
“Dad that guy’s look still scares me.”
“Oh tiger forget him now!”