Hi folks, long time since I wrote something here. Work keeps me busy these days. Studying for Master’s and running two fledgling businesses takes a lot of time. Had mentioned in one of the previous posts about something I thought I had lost. Got it after I recovered my old hard drive. Recovered my very first attempt at writing something which I thought was Fiction back then(Now I know, it’s a pile of sh*t). Still, I want to share it here. It was supposed to be a short story thought half cooked batch of words doesn’t look like one. I still haven’t figured out what it is, thus it has no name.
“Are we late?” asked Jamal, as Jeff climbed on to the van which had come to get him.
Annoyed that everyone else had moved to another hotel from the cottage they were staying, he too wanted to follow.The cottage was part of a resort very close to the regional military base.But he found the place interesting. Now all he wanted to do was complete his assignment and leave the country.
Seeing a serious face, Jamal enquired, “You do not look like you In a good mood.What happens, sir?”
Hiding his anger he said,” it’s nothing.Please drive safe.I wanna get some rest.”
Looking at the fast-moving landscape, he wondered what the heck was wrong with the world. One country had its people being slaughtered by the government because they demanded a democratic, elected government. Another had a democratic government overthrown by the army and the citizens were out in the streets, demanding the reinstatement of the government and getting killed for it.
The sudden jerk woke him from his thoughts.
“We are here, sir” announced Jamal as he jumped out and opened the door for Jeff.
He walked slowly into the square. All he could see was people all over the place, weeping in grief. The army had brutally fired at the protesters and he was late to the scene. His assignment was to cover the happenings in this country and get back to the office. Looking at his watch made him angrier since his camera crew was not yet there. Just as he took out his phone, the camera crew van screeched to halt next to him. They made up for the late coming by getting ready for the shoot in a minute.
Facing the camera, Jeff took the mic and signalled the camera crew to start the shot.
“Good morning, we are now at the central square where the protesters had camped for the night. All you can see here is blood all over the place. There were about 1000 protesters at the square during the fire and many have been injured. The firing took place at around midnight without any visible provocation. I bet this is going to make things worse. ”
“ This is Jeff Stevens, reporting from the national capital.We will keep you updated about the happenings around the city.Signing off for now,”
He switched the microphone off and signalled to stop recording.He was supposed to be at the Hotel Holiday Inn about 15 kilometres away from the capital. Hearing of the incident, they planned a quick detour that they won’t be late for the meeting. The meeting was on the media operations and their return home.Though he wanted to be back home, he did not want to attend the meeting.
While getting inside the van, he said,” Hey Jamal, take me to the cottage.I don’t feel like going to the hotel.”
“But sir, they said I have to bring you to the hotel.”
“No buts,” he was interrupted by his phone. It was Adam, the manager from the embassy for their assignment here
“ Hi Adam, what’s bothering you now?”
“I want you to be here in an hour” shouted Adam over the phone.
“Relax, what’s the meeting for?”
“Well, it’s regarding your trip back home”
“That’s good. Will try to be there on time.”
The meeting was uneventful. All the foreign press crews were to return to their home countries in 3 days and the embassies were making arrangements for that. On the way back to the cottage, Jeff made preparations to complete the book he was working on for quite some time. His iPhone became a notepad scribbled all over.
He was dead tired by the time he reached the resort and the first thing he did was jump onto the couch.
He woke up tired. The phone display showed him it was almost midnight. The night was damp. Even though it was mid-December, the air was dead .an uneasy feeling crept into a corner of his mind. Taking his diary and walking out of the cottage made him feel better .the climate outside was much better.
His phone kept ringing as he settled on the chair outside the cottage and he ignored the wailing phone.
He had this uneasiness right from the moment he set foot on this country. Asking his driver to leave, he started with his book.It was nearing completion.All he had to do was finish the manuscript. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on what he had to do.
He was all alone in the villa till 7 in the morning next day. Though having all the time to complete the book, he was in some unusual urgency.
It was smooth sailing.He had in mind exactly what he had to write.It didn’t even take a minute to pause and contemplate. On closing the diary, he heard the clock striking 10 from the dining room of his cottage. It was time to take a break. The resort car, a Range Rover was parked near the fence. He could hear the hum of helicopters from the nearby army base.The resort was way too close to the base.
Walking back to the cottage he heard a faint whirr of engines.Out side, he saw two small black aircraft flying low.What made him notice the aircraft was something on its fuselage.
‘No way’ he thought.
‘What’s my country’s aircraft doing here at this time?’
He raced inside to get his camera. Just as he was about to get a good click, he saw a flash of light leaving the aircraft. The next moment he saw the Range Rover turn into a ball of fire. Right after he saw the car on fire, he felt a blinding flash of light along with searing pain followed by a deafening boom.
“ We are at the resort which was destroyed in the attack last night on the army base. The army base has suffered significant damage.The resort is close to the base and was partly destroyed in the attack. The last occupants were the media personnel from all over the world. Fortunately, everyone except one had moved out to the neutral areas following a notification from the embassies. Rescue teams have been deployed to find if the lone occupant has survived.
Ahmed Khandavi switched his microphone off and moved to the army base which was almost totally destroyed. He had to cover the attack and get back to the studio in time for the show since their OB vans were being used to shift people to secure locations.
Seargent David Cooper walked towards the rubble. He was with the UN Troops. All he could see there were mounds of concrete, steel and wood. That was all remaining of the cottage. He noticed a red object under a slab of concrete. It was a thick leather bound diary. Hoping to find out the identity of its owner he flipped to the first page.There were no details. On the next page, he found something like the beginning of a report scribbled on the paper which read,
“DEMOCRACY: THE LAMENT OF A NATION”.
Leafing through the pages, he found the book’s owner.
The lines on the monitor were starting to flatten.All efforts to revive him were getting in vain.
That’s it folks.The end was planned to be this guy winning the Pulitzer Prize(Thank goodness, i didn’t write such madness).Do comment your word on it.