The Last Love Story

All the food in the world was disappearing and so were the inhabitants. They both were just like any other person trying to survive the devastation.

The man and his lady were sitting down in their dirty living room with a small table kept in the center. There were empty aluminium cans scattered all around. He looked at her munching up the countable number of peanuts from her plate. His blood shot eyes didn't manage to hide the affection they displayed. Watching her eat would satisfy him. The days of hunger wouldn't matter as he would save up those little bites found here and there, just for her.

He started breathing heavily as she finally looked up at him munching the last peanut from her plate.

"You okay, me love?!" she cried, holding his shaky hand.

"You take care of yourself, darling. These are bad times, but I want you to hold on" he kept a shaky fist on her hand.

"I'm yours and always will be yours" he added, panting heavily.

She looked into his eyes, watching his eye lids droop as his eye balls frequently pointed upwards and his breaths started draining continually.

"Yes me love, you are mine" she placed his hand on her plate and plunged her fork into it.

He shouted in pain but she remained unaffected with a watery mouth and deaf ears.

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The last love story would end up just like any famous love story. With a man and his martyrdom.

A Not-so-bad Monday

He was progressively regaining consciousness, swallowing the roughness he could feel in his dry throat. His bed was feeling a little different today. A shade of brightness falling on his closed eye lids reminded him that it was morning already. However the trials to open his eyes were repeatedly turning out to unsuccessful. So he gave into the situation and thought of lying down for sometime.

Suddenly a movie started rolling at the back of his semi conscious mind. He was transported to a sight where he saw drinks and people in equal proportions. It was his office and somehow the army of workers had risen above their cubicles and were attempting to enjoy their lives. He himself held a glass which was empty and he lined it up among the other glasses on the table, like he was positioning a pawn.

A digital clock on the wall struck 12 and the day changed to "Monday" which looked even more lifeless than how it appeared. A man in the centre was welcoming numerous hugs. "Happy birthday, boss!" they all said before delivering a hug and walking back from the door. Soon, he was the only one there. After swallowing down another drink he stood up and walked towards the man who was trying to hide his tiredness behind a fake smile.

His eyes suddenly opened and abruptly ended the movie running in his mind. He shielded his eyes from the brightness and got up. The carpeted floor brought memories back, like a final piece of a puzzle which had finally completed the picture. The movie that was running in his sub conscious mind now made sense. He walked towards the front door, passing by his cubicle and picking up his resignation letter.

On reaching the door, he looked back, staring at a blood stained body lying on the floor with a broken bottle stabbed in its stomach.

He turned back and began walking, and for the first time in his life….. Monday felt relieving.

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Misery

The stillness of the night spectated him, as his shaky feet led him forward. He was a miserable man and that night he was just a little more miserable. He tried kicking the pebbles on his way, missing them every single time. The frustration was taking a toll on him. It was now turning into an emotional heart ache that was waiting to overflow.

It had just stopped raining. He slowly made his way under the tree on the roadside. The tree had been there for a long time now, its size told a lot about its age. Althought its green leaves somehow appeared lifeless, like they were trying to put up an appearance which wasn't natural.

The alcohol was now tightening its grip over his mind and his heavy heart dropped like an anchor in the ocean of emotions.

He started weeping like a baby. Stumbled by an emotional need, he looked around to find somebody. But the empty streets just laughed at his helplessness.

A furious breeze started to blow. He turned back and embraced the tree trunk and cried keeping his head on it.

The winds continued blowing and the tree let out drops of water from its branches. He looked with astonishment as it was only raining under the shade of the tree.

Perhaps, misery was with everybody. It was everyone's friend.