Just a prose written out of sheer boredom. Ignore this post and skip to the previous post if you are not interested. Comments appreciated. :)
Prologue
A meaningless coincidence of chance or a date with karma-stained destiny? He thought as he swatted at the ants frantically scurrying around his ankles.
Do their sisters weep at the scent of their doom? Surely they feel a twinge, if not a gush of sorrow and forlorness as they hoist their fallen comrade to an unknown burial ground. Yes, that is exactly what is deserved, even for a mindless critter. Silent words of anger mingled with bitter satisfaction lingered in his mind as he killed them with an imagined vengeance. It rekindled a familiar throbbing sensation deep within cardiac echelons where no man dare tread.
“Matt!”
He swung his head around sharply, and snapped back into reality. All that beckoned him was a sea of gray tombstones. There was no one else in sight. Yet another fragment of my torments. Sitting amidst drought-stricken wilted grass between the graves of his wife and daughter, the cherubim planted on each tomb gazed at him with an almost demonic intensity, accentuated by the failing twilight.
The clear skies were stained an anemic pink, casting a tint of surrealism over the necropolis. He stared into the horizon, taking in the pale sunset without emotions. Feelings were something of the past that now seemed so alien. His memories of love, passion and joy all seemed to belong to someone else, not someone touched by the hand of Mortis. No, not even fury or grief. Tears have dried up long before the embers of his life faded.
All of a sudden, his incohesive vortex of thoughts was disrupted by a subtle movement. A flicker in one cherub’s gem-like eyes caused him to shudder.
An emissary of death taunts me. He mused to himself, realising the shadow of a passing vulture caused the momentary flicker.
He glanced around and saw the vulture tearing at a dark mass a few feet away, possibly a dog carcass.
When will my time come? He reflected within as he watched the vulture in morbid fascination. Gradually, he was absorbed by the scene as his confused thoughts drifted and swirled into a hurricane…
