" MEMORIES OF MURDER "
It was last year and she wore the same black and white stripped shirt she planned on doing every year this day ever since.
Flashes of a guy crossed her mind as she was sitting in her 95' Premiere flipping through her phone for a date to kill the night away like any other, remembering the day it all started... the day she let go of human limits to become sane in her own crazy way.
The sound of tinder notification broke through the stream of thoughts she floated in a while ago, it was a fair young boy in his mid-twenties, stood 5 foot 11" slim built. In other words a perfect nominee for the night. Slipping the wayfarer she had on down to her nose she right swiped on his profile to meet up.
She parked in the ally in front of the cafe they agreed to meet in, waved him to the car planning on how to act while he approached her.It was neither very dark nor very sunny or rather a crimson red color filled the sky overpowering its natural blue color, a wizz of air escaped pushing the guy away to its capacity warning him not to open the car door.
She looked directly into his eyes without blinking or even looking away while he extended his hand and said "Hi" she held his hand and pulled him into the car, the door closed behind him as they started to make-out. He closed his eyes as she slipped her hand onto his jeans button.
His eyes opened in one sudden widening flick,jaw dropped to an extend to let the air inside his mouth escape. His chest felt heavy as if all his past one night stands were stabbing him at the same time, a tear dropped from the side of his eye as he flipped through all their faces in his mind.
He then looked down to realize that the knife was real and the feeling was as real as the knife, her laughter cut through the silence as she smooched him while laughing discreetly blocking his scream.
Twisted the knife clockwise until she cut his heart open and let the air out.
She lost into the wayfarer's dark black abyss all the way to this day last year when she got it as a present from her first victim or rather first tinder hook up.
She hugged the guy pushing the knife further inside ensuring the final touch as she completed her masterpiece.
He took his last breath hearing her faint soft voice whisper to him -
- " MURDER IS AN ADDICTION " -
Written by - Ashish Bhagwat
Art within the frame - Sushita Pun
Photographer - Kushagra Sinha
Preset - Rishi Raj
Courtesy - Mihir Mital, Simran Singh & Vineeth Vincent
Location - Classic Unicorn Motors, Yeshwantpur, Bangalore
