I wrote this short story long time back, may be 5-6 years back…. Writing 100 appealing blogs/ scripts is not a big deal as of today. But writing one page of something during that age was really tough !!!
Shelly arranged her brother - Philips’ birthday party and the whole bunch of friends gathered. During the party time, Harry teased Shelly: ’Aye drunkard daughter here…’ Within few moments the situation turned serious. Philips and Harry got involved into serious fight. At last Harry laid on the ground. One of spectator uttered ’I think he is dead, patrol will arrive here anytime. Philips shivered.
Shelly was frightened and asked her brother to run away from the place. Philips took the beautiful painting presented by Shelly and he fled away from home.Within few days his mother fell sick and within a short span she passed away. Father spent all his time drinking and one day he disappeared from the home. Shelly was put into an orphanage.
1 year back:
Shelly was a docile young lady with pleasant smile. Her charming eyes, chubby cheeks and her lofty swagger spell bounded the lads’ hearts.She had a boy friend by name Sam Stanford. He was handsome and was enamored towards Shelly. He felt, her company was a warmth memento for him. He was madly in love with her. They were in love with each other and at last got married.
Present day:
Sam exchanged a routine hug with Shelly and went office. Shelly murmured ’you are handsome’. She smiled at him and locked the door. She finished her mundane stuff. Since long time, she was curious to see the unused things kept at the top in her room. She started exploring her room………..
4.30 PM:
There was a attractive gunny bag present in mid of many unused items. Shelly took the gunny bag in her hand and uncovered it. Her eyes were curious to see what was there in it. A wonderful painting and a manila folder, she unfolded. It read:
‘Dear mom and Shelly, I am sorry. I made a huge mistake running away from home. After few months I returned back and no body was there. At last it was my destiny that Mr. Tenor Stanford adopted me as his son and I got reincarnation.
Shelly, this gift of yours is my life. Whenever I see this wonderful painting, I become unfathomable. My insurrection emotions injure my mind. It is hard to remember that particular evil day. So I am deciding not to see this anymore thro’ out my life. Sorry Shelly, I adore you’.
Yours lovingly
Philips
(Sam Stanford)
The golden sun suddenly turned into a fire ball and Shelly held it in her hands. The whole world appeared black and empty. She was put into the horns of dilemma. She moved against her beliefs. She searched for the asylum. It was incredulous. She couldn’t understand whether to accept her dear Sam as lovely husband or as sincere brother.
Her heart murmured: ’Sam is your dear. He can't be Philips’.
The mind whispered: ’You cannot keep the truth in your heart for your heart’.
The door bell rang - Tran Tran…….
She remained as don-Quixote. She had affection in her mind and love in her heart. She boosted her ego. Yeah......… she decided.......... She opened the door.
Sam: ’Hello darling’.
She was dumb. She decided to tell the fact. She stepped front and hugged him. She cried.
Sam: ’What happened?’
Shelly: ’Nothing dear, I just had a bad dream’.
