Tales of the Heart.
Episode 4
Writer Akila Raza
Courtesy of : Mac productions
Critics
Batul Ladak
Zainab Ladak
Samiha Shabbir
Fatema Nathoo
Sukaina Dhanji
Mitul shah
Phase 4
I regret being a fool
But ain’t letting my guard down no more….. Since you claimed that you don’t live in fantasy….well here we are dragged in one Once again.
Cheribie ran as fast as she could until she reached home. She sat outside in the verandah to catch her breath…. Thank God that voice had disappeared… Because it had triggered some very ugly memories from the past.
Mac sat in silence as his sister drove, each one was lost in their own world and suddenly Mac was filled with intense remorse as he recalled the last fight that led to Sarah’s illness coming forth in full swing… He regretted all the days when he would just decide to leave her unaware about his whereabouts and she would spend nights crying all alone,he had never been unfaithful but he had an ego that led to the disaster he was now in. Sarah always forgave him even though he didn’t deserve it but karma was not so nice…. As said , you only realize the worth of what you had when it’s lost.
Sarah looked at the Angel of death closely, that attitude of mind your own business didn’t sit well with her, she was an over thinker and even after death it seemed the habit had followed her. ” Ummmh I can’t mind my own business big bro” she said aloud , the Angel of death turned around and looked at her, this time is expression was blank, he didn’t seem angry, he was just super blank, Sarah smiled at him gently. ” Are you for real?” He asked her and she did something that was unexpected probably would be epic in history, she hugged him… The heavens above shook, nature stood still, probably it was the first recording in history where a spirit tried to console the most feared Angel that ever lived.
Cheribie’s grandma stared at Mia and shook her head, her mind churned and eyes turned the darkest shade of green….. ” Catastrophy” her mind whispered…..she knew soon there was going to be a catastrophy.
Unrefined Poetry 