Wait

After all these weeks, he came back.

She waited all the way to his return, dreaming the most beautiful life she can ever have.

He came back, but he was not alone

He is sleeping

He is sleeping. 

Finally!! He got his his part of fortune.

While he was on his legs, he had rough journey all alone.

He was tested, tested by all. He never failed but never been free.

He had this ary of carrying all his sorrow under the cover of his emotionless dried face which nobody liked to see.

He had fallen.. got up, his steps became weak.. but never stopped.

But after all those miles he walked, now he is stopped. His feet are calm and his body is in supreme peace.

First time in rough restless life, He is sleeping

The Shooter

 

"Master please, Don't make me to do this. I can't" he was crying.

"You are loyal to me, ain't you!" still voice voice from dark side of street.

"Yes I'm, I'll be. But he's just 8, he's your 8 years old. How can I.." interrupted.

"Are you denying?"

"Requesting, master"

"It's required and you will do this"  ordered and left into even in darker streets without listing his beg.

"But master, please.. " 

No words then....

A Tap on his shoulder pull him out of his thoughts.

"Why aren't you eating anything?" Asked His wife, busy watching newsflash on television set.

"They killed the only son of our Master, and when our people started fighting back they call us terrorists!!! What a nonsense TV is showing" she kept spleening on news.

And tv kept barking its own news "hundreds killed including kids in bloody riots between two major communities in the valley..."