Exasperated, she stood next to more than a dozen empty auto-rickshaws
and tried to flag down yet another one unsuccessfully, screaming out her
destination. The rickshaw-wala slowed down near her, then looked at her
with disgust, muttering at the waste of his ten seconds spent listening to her
useless destination, and was about to speed off when with a quiet thump, he
slumped down in his seat, motionless.
“Sorry. I guess I just
don’t take rejection too well.”
And with that, she dragged the rickshaw with the limp bloody
body near the others, and stood again to flag down the next one.
Well, that was short and scary !
ReplyDeleteOh wow! I hope the Bangalore rickshaw drivers read this :D
ReplyDeleteDamn, that WASN'T what I was expecting :O
ReplyDeleteVery very effective story-telling!
I'm gonna go deal with my goosebumps now.