Hello My Friends,
This is an account of the most peculiar incident to have ever happened to me. And I’m pretty sure, that no other human being would have had an experience like this.
Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I’m…. well, let’s just call me Narrator for the time being. Now without further ado, let’s begin our story:
The thing about me is that, I’m not like those other perverts. Neither do I lust over the female body, nor do I crave the basic human need, as many of my deranged fellow beings do. No.
I’m just a great admirer of the female form. It’s symmetry, it’s grace, indeed the Almighty did a fine job. And every time I come across one that has astounding aesthetics, I like to preserve it. I like to glorify the Gods’ work. Pay a homage, if you will.
And preserving them in amber was only natural. Brings the best out of them. An envious collection I have. Someday, I may show it to the world.
Anyway, one fine day, your humble narrator was on one of his usual recces, to Jim’s bar, albeit a little late in the day. 2 a.m. to be precise. Jim’s was the local watering hole and I usually find my goddesses there. I really didn’t have much hope for that day really. Firstly, it was very late, and from what I’d heard, Jim just lets the tap run for the regulars.So, if anything, free beer was in the offing. I entered the dimly lit bar, and found no one. But to my surprise, the karaoke machine was playing.It was a grim setting. Even for a cold man like your narrator, the atmosphere was a bit unnerving. That’s when I saw her. In the dim neon lights, I could make out, a woman, sitting at the end of the table. And boy, was she pretty. I didn’t even think twice before I slid a chair was sitting next to her.
“Hey, come here often?”
“Used to. Just a passing traveler today. What about you?”
“Regular. Got off late from work. Well, a pretty lady like you shouldn’t be hanging around so late in the night. Lot of pervs out there.”
“Well. A handsome man like you shouldn’t either. Ladies are wild these days…”
“Ha ha. I like you. But seriously, aren’t you scared? It is really late and this is not exactly a people friendly place…”
“Nah… it’s okay. Also, I wouldn’t have the pleasure of meeting a man like you if I wasn’t a bit adventurous.”
“Ha ha.Well put. Excuse me, I’ll be back from the loo.”
And that friends, was the last of that lady, that your humble narrator saw.
I made the loo excuse to get out of there. That’s because something did not feel right. I knew the moves that I make to get a woman to come with me. That night, for the first time, I felt that the moves were being put on me. I was tempted to play along, I really was. But I managed to control my urge, and left. Our little waltz was over.
But the shocking part, my friends, came the next day. I walked into the bar at lunch, to see a bunch of people gawking at the local newspaper. Intrigued, I asked a by stander about all the commotion. He replied, “It’s about this woman, who goes around killing men. Yeah, she takes them home, and mutilates them.She was reportedly seen around our town.Stay safe man.”
After the crowd cleared, I took the copy in my hand to take a look at this distinguished lady myself.
Well. What do you know….
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.