A New Opening #SundayPhotoFiction


Still no clue about antecedents of her friend Shyam, Shalini felt that her personal space was coming down crashing as she prepared herself to answer barrage of questions of inspector Sharma.

We were childhood friends inspector, we moved to big city to pursue college education. Shyam was the most intelligent and academic minded. He wanted to go abroad for higher studies. Sailen had money. He wanted to enjoy life. I was somewhere in the middle. Studying for a degree and helping my father in his business.”

How do you think your number ended up in Shyam’s pocket?” the inspector asked looking intently at Shalini.

Recently I had acquried a new number and exchanged with my friends. Shyam being not so organized, must have kept the number in his pocket,”

Was Shyam into drugs?” the inspector pursued his line of questioning, “something that would change his perception of things?

Who is feeding you this nonsense, inspector? Is it Sandhya, the girl that believes in black magic? No Shyam would never do drugs.”

So Sandhya visits an occultist!” inspector noticed irritability in Shalini’s voice, but he ignored it and got excited about a potential new opening, “must have a chat with Sandhya.”

Read : Unsure

Word Count: 201

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Jul 13th, 2019, for Aspiring Writers. For other stories on the theme, look here.

Photo Credit : Blair Fraser

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