A Short Story
DEPARTURE OF AN INNOCENT SOUL Abdulyassar Abdulhamid It was one fine Friday morning around eleven o’clock, I was sitting west deep in a wooden arm chair embroidered with cushionary, azure polythene. My feet were leaning comfortably against a plastered, mud wall – in my hands was a hardcover copy of William Golden’s Lord of the Flies. Reposing on my laps were a potty copy of Advance Learner’s Dictionary, a coral bar BH pencil; its tiny, red cleaner clung to the bottom edge, a bunch of keys, and one blue-headed Luky pen lay in wait for its part. In front of me was a brown puppy in a begging posture, its small tail was waggling from one side to another as would a stalk amidst an earth-shaking gale. At the very door of the room I was sitting in was my sickly skinny she goat peeping egregiously in a lame attempt to win my attention – unknown to it I was badly engaged in, mysteriously lost, in my reading activity then. Lost in an island Ralp is whistling persistently; perhaps he has a...