We sat by dad’s deathbed, my sisters and I. He opened his eyes and stared at us with urgency.
“You only ever got to know my shell,” he said. “Quick; I gotta show you!”
Curious, we all leaned forward on our chairs and waited.
But he never said anything more.
David Derey wrote this story.
When he resisted with a cold “No!” the girl who was in love with him turned and fled like a little child, her thin hands flailing about by her side.
That was the image he had in mind as he sucked at the cigarette long and hard, one last time.
Arjab is a post-graduate student of English from India. Currently he’s staying alone in a flat overlooking a busy road. Often he’s lost for words. Check out his photoblog