Butcher's Butcher

After that she didn't see nor heard of them; her father, mother, sisters and brothers. Polaiah must have sent them to some greener pastures with tasty grass in abundance and sweet waters copious! But she loved Polaiah, his bushy mustache and busy hand wielding that broad knife. She often looks at her image in that shiny steel with sparkling sharp edge. 'This is the tool divine that sent my kith and kin to salvation! ' She hopes to meet them one day through that tool divine...yes the butcher's knife! ....................... Polaiah was always fascinated by that large hoarding in the street. His favourite leader with one hand raised up greeting the people and the other hand indicating the mark of his party... with broad smile, almost looking like a God! 'Yes! He will solve all my problems! ' - - - - - - - On that morning Polaiah's honed blade separated the goat's head. In the afternoon he went to the polling booth and cast his vote.