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It is a very short story based on a true experience. |
It was dark outside. Chilly, but dark. Everything, calm and quiet, but dark. Welcome to Paradise apartments, a lively, green haven. Every mortal’s sweetest dream. Until the horn blared. Endlessly. Not a soul in sight. But still, it blared. From a broken car in Mr. Sharma’s parking. It blared, in the dark. Suddenly, it stopped. Just stopped…Silence. Right ahead, it moved, a silhouette. A feline glare, bright but cold. Staring Mr. Sharma? Honks? A cat? In the same parking? The man, he was an ailurophile. The car was his favourite. And the cat loved long drives. |