{"id":1802,"date":"2012-12-03T03:39:08","date_gmt":"2012-12-03T03:39:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=1802"},"modified":"2017-10-28T05:04:06","modified_gmt":"2017-10-28T05:04:06","slug":"the-enemy-by-m-h-d-s-dharshanapriya","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/the-enemy-by-m-h-d-s-dharshanapriya\/","title":{"rendered":"The Enemy by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/h1>\n

The Enemy<\/h2>\n

by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

What was he doing here?<\/p>\n

I could see her tears and could feel their moisture.<\/p>\n

“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.<\/p>\n

A sense of semblance of foreboding enveloped me. Is our peaceful life, at stake?<\/p>\n

Suddenly, a hand from behind brushed my neck, closing the shutter hurriedly. Dreadfully helpless, despite the cold, I sweated profusely. What next?<\/p>\n

I nonchalantly turned and glanced back.<\/p>\n

“It is raining” a pleasant old lady, said smiling.<\/p>\n

I tried to look through the shutter; instead I saw my own reflection staring at me.<\/p>\n

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\nM.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya is a writer living in Sri Lanka.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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