Murmu saw small stone house from top of the hill. House had slanting red tile roof. A green cross made of shrubs rested on top of the door of the house. Apparently, owner had interest in the art of topiary. Murmu had no interest in any art form. He was simply a courier, following an order from his leader,
“Deliver this letter immediately to Sanyal. Start now. Do not use your cell phone.”
Murmu estimated he may need another hour to reach the house on foot.
From his study, Dr. Sanyal could see the lone figure walking down the hill track.
“Must be one of my patients from the nearby villages”.
Many villagers come to him for free treatment. Dr. Sanyal moved underground into this safe house, under party directive, as net around him tightend two years before. Sanyal loved the place at first sight, not that he had a choice. Today, Murmu delivered a letter in his dispensary, that simply said,
“danger! move, burn”.
CID officer was watching the house from a hideout. He knew content of the letter from Murmu. As Murmu left, he prepared to move in. A dreaded fugitive rebel leader has come into his net.
Word count: 200
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction August 26, 2018, for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading!
Picture Credit:John Brand