Tuesday, 7 April 2015


The past few days she has been weeping without rhyme or reason.
“That can mean only one thing. Oh God!! Who will it be this time?”
A couple of days passed. The weeping reduced. 

She was very sure that those bouts of bawling her eyes out were telling her something. Every little thing was setting her off.

The first couple of times of such weeping bouts did not attract much attention from her. But when a pattern started to emerge, she took serious note of it. It was as if her very soul was mourning some impending profound loss.

And from then on, every such instance filled her with deep dread and immense frustration.

Last night was very restive; waking up in cold sweat in the wee hours of the morning. She had had nightmares of people being chased and bombed. She could sense that things were coming to a head.
“Oh Sweet Lord! Who would it be this time? If only I could know who. If only I could warn them somehow. But then, who do I warn and about what?"

The frustration and foreboding only mounted.

Dread lasted for a few hours more.

She got the news.

The pattern had repeated without fail.

For A-Z Challenge 2015


  1. How difficult it must be to live with constant dread :(

    *Shailaja/Alternate Angles/A-Z*

    1. Thanks for dropping by Shailaja! I presume it must be really tough..

  2. I loved this fiction piece and the idea of having a vision into the future is interesting and intriguing. Well written :)

    1. Thanks Prasanna, for your kind words. :) Having a vision into the future could be a double edged sword :)

  3. Impactful write up! Must be a horrible life to lead :(

  4. It is a curse and the futility of not able to help takes it toll.