The woman was old as ancient trees. Her fingers were gnarly and her hair hung like shreads of a shroud from her head. A rusty nail hung from a black thread around her neck and she held the nail in her hand as she threw herbs in a fire.
Her cave was small and the darkness was only chased by the small fire that burned in the hearth. There was no warmth in the fire, it only intensified the chill in the air.
"The heart beats."
A crooked smile spread on the nailwidow's face and her hollowed eyes sucked in the light of the fire.
"The heart beats."
Her laughter filled the dark cave.
In the small shop of curiosities in an unnamed city, the heart continued to beat, unaware that the game for its possession had just begun.
Her cave was small and the darkness was only chased by the small fire that burned in the hearth. There was no warmth in the fire, it only intensified the chill in the air.
"The heart beats."
A crooked smile spread on the nailwidow's face and her hollowed eyes sucked in the light of the fire.
"The heart beats."
Her laughter filled the dark cave.
In the small shop of curiosities in an unnamed city, the heart continued to beat, unaware that the game for its possession had just begun.
wtf! what's that word in hindi? ''vashikaran'' :P
ReplyDeleteLOL! why dex! why'd you think of that word!
ReplyDeleteEvery story becomes interesting once some black magic comes in. Loving it! =)
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