The Gorgeous
Killer
by Amit
Parmessur
Vehicles were
moving at a snail pace amid the dense traffic.
Suddenly, a young woman appeared to appear from
nowhere. Dexterously carved breasts caged in a
carmine satin dress to browbeat devils. Crinkly
black hair and cute shy cheeks to die for. Simply
arcane beauty.
Paroxysm of
frenzy! Some drivers forgot about traffic jam and
"Boof! Booof! Boof! Boooof!" followed.
There was no gap between any of the five unlucky
cars involved. It was on a street in India and
nowhere else. My friend told me.
The gorgeous
woman then crossed the street without the least
consideration for her victims. After all, she was
not guilty at all. She was going to pass by one
of those small jewellery shops.
Inside, two
armed thieves were trying to loot all the money.
What a hold up! One of them was sitting -- like a
playful child -- on the floor filling his bag
with notes from here and there. He was facing the
door and when he saw the killer he held his eyes
up.
"Hey man!"
he yowled to his friend who was busy consoling
the crying owner. "Have you seen the jewel
fleeing outside?" The friend rushed to the
door.
"Waaaaaah!
Lucky pavement! " he exclaimed loudly.
"What a long-legged gait? What an...?"
It was almost
five and there was not a too big crowd along the
street. The oppressive sun was killing but not
more than that sublime woman. Suddenly a breeze
threw her hair back. They flew like deadly spears.
Hopefully my friend told me he was not too near.
She would have come to him! What else?
The more
comical part was yet to come!
My friend said
that the woman's destination was to the dentist's.
"Was she a dentist?" I asked, a bit
confused. My friend ignored my question.
Soon the woman
was inside the cabin. She had been meeting the
handsome man for years now!
"Good
morning Sir," she said to the dentist.
"Good
mornin'," answered back the young man.
"How are you doin'?"
"Very
well Sir!" As she spoke a few decayed teeth
were revealed.
It was already
evening when she came out, the time when two new
prisoners were kicking each other behind the bars.
If you do not
want to believe these unbelievable incidents,
don't. I know my friend very well. He just cannot
lie. Do not despise the woman as well for beauty
is a subjective subject and she was certainly
beautiful in her own way.
My friend did
not lie to me because it was just one of his
peculiar dreams...
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