THE LAST STOP BEFORE WE MEET THE END

“I think I will have to light it.”

“What? Are you nuts Sergeant? Are you out of your freaking nuts?”

“No sir. Affirmative sir.”

“Are you positive?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“ Good luck! And keep the others moving.”

AND CUT……………                                           [1:45 pm]

……………AND ACTION!                                  [4:44 pm]

“How far is it from here?”

“About 120 miles My Lord! And we call it the ‘End’”.

“The End. Really?”

“I cannot lie, My Master. I will evaporate the moment I do that. You know that too, master.”

“Captain. That’s it for the day. Order the men to put their tents here for the night. We will march forward at the break of the dawn.”

“I am sorry to interrupt you, Sire, but this jungle is full of man-eaters, vampires and all the other evil forces you can think off. This jungle belongs to the devil himself.”

“So what do you want me to do, Captain? WHAT? To continue our pursuit  with these tired men, who have no idea of what they are looking for? Oh! Common. Just look at them. They might follow all my orders till their last breath, any if remaining. But, just look at their dried faces, their dull eyes and their grown up beards. Just tell me, that.

It is final. We will continue at the first light tomorrow morning. But for now, we rest.”

AND CUT……………                                           [1:45 am]

ANKUR SAXENA

THE DELIVERY.

“Yeah...may I repeat your order please?”

“REPEAT??? Are you freakin’ kiddin’ me? It took me an hour and three-quarters to decide, get and place the order, are you gonna repeat that too, man?”

“One minute sir. Will be right back.”

“One minute?”

“That’s positive sir. One minute it is. Sir.”

PIP         PIP         POOOOOOP . . . . . . . .          [4:59 pm]

PIP         PIP         WOOOOOS . . . . . . . . .          [5:00 pm]

“Yeah. That too, sir.”

“Ah! You are finally, finally  here. Good God. But you’na in digital times you really can’t make out if it was a few seconds short or maybe more. Ha! Ha! Ha! Sorry fella.”.

“Hmm…yeah! I know. But you know you always have that beautiful silver Quartz that’s dangling in your left wrist Max……”

BEEEP... BEEP… BEEP… BEEP.                                  < phone disconnects >

TING! TONG!... TING! TONG!                                     < doorbell rings >

BANG! CLUCK……TOOOO…OOOFFF!                    < door slams open >

“THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEATE THIS IS NOT A DRILL! YOU HAVE DIRECT ORDERS TO SHOOT AT SIGHT. MAY GOD BE WITH YOU!”.

“Son of a bitch! They are here. It was a setup.”

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1………

THE END.

IN THE NEWSPAPERS. THE NEXT DAY.

THE WHISPERINGS: date: 11^th July, 2112. “After an hour long bloody battle between the marijuana mafia, Max Love and Co. and the special forces, the mafia and his men well killed in a secret mission to ensure insure smooth and even import and export of the cannabis in and out of the country, without and monopoly or added toll.”

From: THE END OF DRUG DOMESTIC. WELCOME DRUG-WILD.

ANKUR SAXENA

The Fate.

“Excuse me, what?”

“I said, I have been living on and off Miss Weed, lately.”

“What did you say your name was, again?”

But why are you so interested in my name, Mr. Brew Fortford?”, I said with an inside grin waiting to burst out of my throat. I knew exactly what was going inside the head of a man who would decide between me, and the gallows.

“What!!?? How does he know my name? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAAMMM..EEE…?”

“There is your name My Highness Chief Judge of the county, right in front of you. There. I hope they have spelled you all right?”

And the courtroom burst with uproars of some thunderous applauds.

ANKUR SAXENA