The Fugitive
He was a man on the run for the past 2 days. He was running.. running away from people; his responsibilities; his past . He was running in search of a new life hoping that he could save himself from those who were chasing him. They were dangerous people - people who were very influential; who could make the townsfolk dance to their tunes.
He stumbled but managed to regain his balance. His thoughts were all muddled up as his past flashed across his mind. His parents; his friend; his love - Susie. He shed a tear as he recalled her; the guilt was eating him up from the inside and was becoming too hard to bear. But this was the price he had to pay to get back his freedom; the freedom to start his life from the scratch.
He was very clever. He knew that they would come looking for him with dogs hoping that they could track his scent. Keeping them in mind, he had rolled in mud to put them off. A smirk appeared on his face when he thought of the clueless dogs losing his scent all of a sudden. Ha!
He ran harder. He had already made plans for his future.. the new future. He wanted to settle in Mexico. He had always liked the Mexicans - very friendly people who lived a carefree life. And Mexican cuisine had always been his favourite. Yes, Mexico it had to be.
He was told by many about a man who lived near Las Vegas; who could make false passports and driving licenses. But he'd look out of place and suspicious if he were to go to him. No, passports can wait, he told himself. Just when he was piecing up his almost picture-perfect future, a voice yelled "Calvin young man, you come back here right now and finish your homework or I swear you'll be grounded for rest of your life!"
He froze. His past had caught up with him. He knew he could not evade it forever as the weekend homework lay in his room. Unfinished. In spite of knowing the answer, Calvin turned to Hobbes and asked, "Are you sure we cannot divorce our parents?" As he trudged back to his room, his mom yelled at him for his dirty clothes. But he knew that deep down in his heart - he was one of them. He was a fugitive.
He stumbled but managed to regain his balance. His thoughts were all muddled up as his past flashed across his mind. His parents; his friend; his love - Susie. He shed a tear as he recalled her; the guilt was eating him up from the inside and was becoming too hard to bear. But this was the price he had to pay to get back his freedom; the freedom to start his life from the scratch.
He was very clever. He knew that they would come looking for him with dogs hoping that they could track his scent. Keeping them in mind, he had rolled in mud to put them off. A smirk appeared on his face when he thought of the clueless dogs losing his scent all of a sudden. Ha!
He ran harder. He had already made plans for his future.. the new future. He wanted to settle in Mexico. He had always liked the Mexicans - very friendly people who lived a carefree life. And Mexican cuisine had always been his favourite. Yes, Mexico it had to be.
He was told by many about a man who lived near Las Vegas; who could make false passports and driving licenses. But he'd look out of place and suspicious if he were to go to him. No, passports can wait, he told himself. Just when he was piecing up his almost picture-perfect future, a voice yelled "Calvin young man, you come back here right now and finish your homework or I swear you'll be grounded for rest of your life!"
He froze. His past had caught up with him. He knew he could not evade it forever as the weekend homework lay in his room. Unfinished. In spite of knowing the answer, Calvin turned to Hobbes and asked, "Are you sure we cannot divorce our parents?" As he trudged back to his room, his mom yelled at him for his dirty clothes. But he knew that deep down in his heart - he was one of them. He was a fugitive.
blabbered by The optimist from utopia at 8:32 PM
6 Comments:
@ vasan :
Neat one da!
Hehe ... I thought you were referring to me :p when u were describing the chap running ;)
Are Mexicans friendly ? I used to think they were trigger happy cowboys or something! :( Stupid me ..
hehe naishe one re..
send it to em n mebbe they ll print it or sthin :D
hey very humorous and interesting.. I think i have kept you waiting for long on my blog.. hope i write something soon..
superb... :)
the Susie part was a nice touch...
adra sakka!
haha nice!
tho u dont update me no more when u update the blog ill come back and rea d all the older posts at one go!
what are we sisters for?
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