Hi, Have I seen you before?
Do I know you?
Ha! How can you not, I am none but you!
What! Don't play games! Gonna kill you!!
Oh come on, to kill the already dead? Can it be true?
Hey. who are you? Now tell me the truth.
Come with me and I will show you the truth
Went beside him. A fear up to my brim. A panic! should I scream? Okay! must be my dream. I stopped suddenly where he asked me to, He pointed a finger to my black shoe, to his black shoe and to the dead man's shoe. All tattered. All dusted. All faded. He pointed me to my scar, to his scar, to the dead man's scar. All tarnished. All burnished. And he laughed with the faded smile. laughed till he vanished a mile. laughed till I was left with my body on the aisle.
This is the first chapter of a poetic story series- Two of a Kind.
Author Bio:- Pranju Chakrapani is an avid reader, an amateur writer, a passionate blogger and a researcher. He pours his soul in the beautiful words captured on his blog Musings of an Atheist.