My battle with that little creature ended up in its mortality. I never wanted to kill it. But how irritatingly it had kept coming in, I can hardly describe. I hated its uncertain movement, its abominable shape, and its obstinacy. Every time I tried to ward it off, it made a sassy re-entry. Exasperated, I dispatched it with a broom. During the night, when I got up to have water from the fridge, I sighted countless puny beings feeding upon my victim. The grand nocturnal feast made me wonder whether I had committed a sin or an act of charity.
Pamela Kennedy
4/6/2021 12:35:06 pm
Such a well described scene of creepy crawly critters....
Susan F. Reid
4/6/2021 12:55:48 pm
Paritosh,
Sivan Pillai
4/6/2021 02:32:54 pm
One's loss is another's gain. Despite our intention, we are forced to be cruel sometimes. A nicely written story, Paritosh.
Swapan k Banerjee
4/6/2021 03:28:18 pm
Paradox of life! Your narrator is a man of conscience. Very insightful, Paritosh.
Bobby Warner
4/6/2021 04:10:30 pm
Wonderfully told, Paritosh.
Krystyna
4/6/2021 11:50:33 pm
How splendidly documented this adventure with “that little creature”, every step of the way. The conclusion is brilliant, leaving readers to contemplate with you, the writer. Excellent, Paritosh.
Sue Clayton
5/6/2021 04:22:23 am
Depends on the point of view of the devourers or the devouree. Imaginative work, Paritosh.
Mary Wallace
6/6/2021 11:55:52 am
A positive from a negative. Very well told.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
6/6/2021 01:33:30 pm
Thank you Pamela, Susan, Sivan, Swapan, Bobby, Krystyna, Sue, Don and Mary for your thoughtful comments and compliments.
Sandra James
10/6/2021 01:51:22 pm
Very well told, Paritosh! And I think your last line is perfect :) Comments are closed.
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