Skeletons In The Closet

He walked up to me with a smiling face in the auto-stand and told me I was such a nice young man. I smiled at him, being all of fourteen I used to smile at all. We went inside the vehicle and talked about school and sports Friends and chocolates, Dreams and and aspirations. How tender the old gentleman seemed well-behaved and soft-spoken. But then came the horror His hand touched me in the bad place and he squeezed it like a pressure relieving ball I froze, I couldn't move, So much ran through my mind like a herd of vultures across a dun sky... Tears welled up but did not flow, Angee and shame began to build up within my heart but my face, My mouth gave nothing away... When the autorickshaw stopped I ran out of it with the old gentleman saying 'Hey kid wait! We should talk more.' A few drops of tears may well have rolled down my cheeks and dried in the harsh wind against my face Souren Mondal January 10,2016