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A Small And Frightened Thing
(© Biswapriya Purkayastha)

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I came looking for him in the endless moment when evening hung green-flushed in the darkling sky.

It was the same place I had been before. The desolate muddy track wound its way down the hillside to a wooden bridge that crossed a weed-choked stream, while on the far side the slope rose to a ruin that might once have been a temple, or a fortress, or a tomb. It was hard to be sure; I had only been in this place when the light was very bad.

Perhaps the light was always poor and it was always drizzling here. There was no way I could say.

It was very desolate and I was alone, but I wasnít afraid. Iíd been here many times before, and no doubt Iíd be here many times again.

There was a big tree to the left of the track, bending its branches low over the ground like a weeping willow. Someone was standing there, almost lost in the thick shadows. When he saw me he stepped forward and stood waiting.

I raised a hand in greeting as I walked down the slope towards him, knowing he wouldnít reciprocate the gesture. He didnít.

"Hello," I said, all the same. "I wasnít totally sure if youíd be here today."

"I have been waiting for you," he said. It wasnít really an answer. "Are you buying or selling?"

"Selling, of course." He asked me this each time, and the answer was always the same. "Why do you always ask that? Iíve never bought from you, and I am never going to."

"Never say never. The tide of time brings strange needs to the shores of existence." Now we were standing face to face, I had to tilt my head backwards to look up at him. His black clothes merged into the midnight black of his skin, and from his enormous height his eyes looked down at me, two holes in the gathered darkness. His voice was a liquid rumble. "Someday you may need what you give away now."

"All right," I said. "You know more about these things than I do. Perhaps someday Iíll need to buy. But today Iím selling."

"Good enough," he said indifferently. "Show me."

I reached under my shawl and retrieved the small leather pouch that dangled between my breasts. The trembling little thing in the pouch had grown quiescent in the warm darkness, but feeling the movement became afraid, and shuddered and chirped. I petted the bag and murmured to it until it grew quiet again.

"Where is it from this time?" he asked, his huge hand cupping the bag.


"Show me."

So I showed him.

The darkness and the mud the green dusk and the drizzle fade away, and weíre standing on ochre sandstone, in the middle of a square surrounded by ochre sandstone buildings, under the glare of a steel-bright sky.

The boy is nervous. Heís young, perhaps seventeen, and the wisp of a moustache on his upper lip is beaded with sweat. He licks his lips and pulls at the sleeves of his white dishdasha. His eyes flick back and forth warily at the men gathered in a circle around him.

"Youíll do fine, Murad," someone assures him. "Donít worry at all. Itís when you worry that problems start."

"Just like his father," another man says. "Heíll be cold as ice when the time comes, donít worry."

†"Yes, Murad, take a deep breath. Stay focussed."

Murad throws his shoulders back, glances up at the sky, and then down at the object in his right hand. It glints long and thin, the tip of the blade curved just so slightly. His wrist makes involuntary back and forth motions.

The police vehicle and the yellow van draw up. Two policemen in khaki open the door of the van and help out the figure in white. Itís covered completely in white cloth, head to foot, so at first glance one canít even tell if itís a man or a woman. Itís no longer really a man or a woman, not now, at the end of its journey. Itís just a wild heartbeat and dry-mouthed terror wrapped in cloth. The two policemen push it down on its knees, quite gently. Its shoulders quiver.

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Genre:General Horror
Type:Short story
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