by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya
It was a gloomy day, prevailing clammy weather throughout. After a hard days work, I made my best effort to find a seat in the bus, by pushing one or two passengers out of my way, with my weight.
Then I saw him, and sat in front of him, having no choice. Some imminent trepidation lurked within me, in case he could easily manipulate me while being behind me. Helplessly trapped, I hoped for a speedy journey.
What was he doing here?
I could see her tears and could feel their moisture.
“It was really a mistake” that was all what she had said about him, and I took her word and went on to marry her.
A sense of semblance of foreboding enveloped me. Is our peaceful life, at stake?
Suddenly, a hand from behind brushed my neck, closing the shutter hurriedly. Dreadfully helpless, despite the cold, I sweated profusely. What next?
I nonchalantly turned and glanced back.
“It is raining” a pleasant old lady, said smiling.
I tried to look through the shutter; instead I saw my own reflection staring at me.
M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya is a writer living in Sri Lanka.
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.