FICTION
The Turn (Part 2)
(This is a series if you haven’t read the first part go read here, I’ll wait)
This old man shoves a wooden staff in my hand “Your turn,” he says, and vanishes.
I stood there dumbfounded, On one hand, peanut butter jar and the staff on the another, with my mouth full of PB and eyes wide open and I couldn’t figure it out why the old man gave me this wooden staff thingy, It was 7:18 AM with bright sun shining and how in the fucking world did he vanish in thin air?
I took a closer look at the staff and smacking it to the wall I came to a conclusion “Wood!, It’s made out of wood!”. I kept my PB Jar aside and took out my phone to measure it and it was about 4.3 Ft. and It didn’t have a crystal thing at the top end and I came to another conclusion that it’s not a magic staff it’s a normal one and probably worthless.
I looked back at my living room and it was filled with junk and I didn’t want this to be another addition to it so, I threw it out, closed the door, and went back to eat my peanut butter and dwell on my misery called life.
A couple of minutes passed by and I hear knock on the door again and I thought it would be the same crazy old man, I dragged myself and opened the door, to my surprise it wasn’t him, this time it was the landlord old man wearing white baniyan, lungi, absolutely no footwear, and no wooden staff.
Scratching his head he entered inside uninvited, he started yawning and talking, he was having a vasovagal reaction, which results in excessive yawning I told myself. He asked about my health and blabbered on and on about the heat out and how his tenants are not paying him. I interrupted him and offered him some peanut butter and he politely declines, I said: “Uncle don’t be shy please have it, consider this as your home itself!”.
He stopped blabbering and I thought he would come to the point and ask me for peanut butter, but he said “So, Mr. Blaze can I have …” peanut butter? I interrupted. Absolutely yes uncle. At this point, he was curing for bringing himself to me in the morning. No, I’m not interested in your peanut butter, I’m here to collect the RENT of this month he said. Ohh rent, I exclaimed.
You should ask Joey! he is supposed to pay this month. Whose joey? he questioned me, Joey the spider I said, look he also made his nest at the windowpane, he is your cousin and you let him share this apartment with me? Look he is chilling right next to you on the sofa, you guys look alike obviously, the same family.
He stood up, stared at his hands, looked up, down. I guessed he was confused or wondering which cousin, I immediately jumped in and said you don’t remember joey? might be your memory loss due to aging. He gave me a death stare, I backed off and asked joey to take over the stage.
My landlord slapped himself and left the apartment. He didn’t even give joey a chance to talk. So rude of my landlord. He might make an appointment with a Psychiatrist later I guess. #prayformylandloard
