Cornered #SundayPhotoFiction

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Hello inspector,” Sandhya sounded confident and assertive, “what is so urgent? I told you everything earlier, I have nothing more to add.”

Sandhya was different from men and women inspector Sharma routinely interacted with. She had an air that suggested that she was coming from well to do family. During her chat at Sailen’s party, Sandhya had revealed her desire to move abroad for higher education. Didn’t Shyam also want to go abroad? Was there a connection between the two?

Welcome Sandhya ji,” the inspector wanted to appear friendly and cordial, “sorry for the trouble Sandhya ji, but I must tell you, you did not tell me everything earlier.”

What do you mean, inspector?” Sandhya was stumpted, she did not know how much the inspector knew and from where; did Shalini talk about friendship of Sandhya and Shyam? “what did Shalini tell you?

“Do you know Shyam’s drink had bhang, that can alter mood?,” the inspector commented, “you often visited a spiritualist who supplied bhang.”

Sandhya felt like a chamelion trapped on a grill. She had no clue of the direction of the line of questioning. She was certain that a single slip, the inspector would pry open her personal life.

Word Count : 201

Read : Waiting Room

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Jul 27th, 2019, for Aspiring Writers. For other stories on the theme, look here.

Photo Credit : D C Stultz

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