This city deserves a better class of criminal. And I’m gonna give it to them.
Scene 1: Tranquility
Annie and Michael had a four year son. They named him as Jason. Living near country side they had little social circle and a few friends. This idea of having a wooden house was Annie’s and she had done quite a justice to that. Small community of Jacksonville had every thing essential like school, hospital and church. The couple was highly educated and had earned quite a respect in the locality.
It was snow covered winter; Michael was at home after work. Jason was playing in his cart with Toys. Annie was making home. Outside the there were platonic winds gushing through the window creak in to the living room. Street lights flickered and road alongside was empty. Light music of Coldplay marked a distinct echo in the surroundings.
This went on a while.
Jason drops of the cradle while playing coyishly. Crawling on his feet he comes near the window pane; slightly lower than usual and parallel with the bed.
The soft toy falls off the edge outside the window and onto the floor covered with the snow.
Coldplay continues to play. Annie and Michael are involved as earlier.
Scene 2: Grief
Annie and Michael are disturbed. Pain is not constant but interlining with thoughts and it stings like a needle pricking you in the brain after every second.
Once second you are unassumingly getting yourself in the ploy of being not hurt at all. But in another second you become cognizant of the loss and break into pieces.
Michael is hurt inside but on the surface he is just inundated with agony. Annie is tormented. Couple of times she did try to assault herself.
Jeopardy is not quite withstanding to mortals.
Every new furnishing in the house just seems like a caricature now.
Food doesn’t taste like it. Fragrance becomes obnoxious.
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