A Tale Too Good To Be True

It was a moonlit night.There was a cold wind blowing. Yesterday was full moon. The moon looked over the valley like an imperfect judge.The valley was deserted. But the wolves kept the moon company. Quite a boisterous company infact.To speak the truth, the valley was not totally deserted . There was this one little inn in the valley though, just by the side of the road that ran across the valley.
The traffic on the road was considerable. But not many vehicles passed by the inn after the dark. The stout old man, the keeper of the inn never had much company after the sunset. Offcourse, other than the wolves. It was nearing midnight,but the old man could not sleep. Something was amiss today. It was not wolves though, he could always sleep heartily to howling of the wolves like a baby to a lullaby. Something was amiss. Then he remembered, he had forgotten to take the pills.
He had been hale and healthy for a very long time.But recently, his doctor from the little town close by, diagnosed high blood pressure and gave him pills-little yellow pills. The old man had his prescribed dosage and went back to his bed.
The old man could not sleep . It was way past his sleeping time. He picked a book from the table beside the bed . "Tales too good to be true" the book's cover proclaimed. "Let me see how good you are",said the old man and began flipping pages. Choosing a story at random, the old man started reading.
At length his face turned uneasy, but he continued reading nevertheless. Suddenly, there was a honk outside the inn's gate and the old man started, toppling his case of yellow pills and scattering them all over the floor. He seemed to have lost his bearings for a while with the suddenness of the event.
Taking several deep breaths, he tried to calm himself. He could hear footsteps and the creaking of his rusted gate. He steadied himself against the window and looked outside. There was a red sedan just outside the gate. But he could not see the man . The man was now at the door,knocking. The man gently knocked three times on the door and shouted " Is anyone there ?"
The old man seemed to be fighting a battle within himself. His breathing became quick and he hesitantly,very hesitantly moved his hand towards the bolt and in one final motion he pulled the bolt down and fell down .
The stranger was wearing a long rain coat and a hat. He looked at oldman and for a minute or so stood perplexed at the door step. He first tried to wake the oldman up shaking him but then holding his wrist,decided that he was dead.
The man entered the house and found the yellow pills scattered all across the bedroom floor and on the bed lay an open book. The stranger took it into his hand and read "It was a moonlit night.There was a cold wind blowing. Yesterday was full moon. The moon looked over the valley like an imperfect judge....."

Comments

jd said…
I patented recursion. :P
Now comment on my posts and make them nicer. ;)
sporadicradical said…
You patented it,perhaps. But like Kekule,I dreamt of a serpent with its a tail in its mouth and couldnot resist the lure. :P

My comment on your blog shall be my royalty to your patented recursion :)
Navya said…
Very creative. Its interesting. Love it.
Khalid said…
lovely writings buddy ! continue ...

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