He looked at his somber reflection on the old mirror stained with age and neglect. A short, gaunt man in a loose-fitting black suit stared back at him. He flattened his disobedient hair that was thinning anyway and straightened the lapels of his borrowed suit.
As he was about to go out he saw the solitary frame picture on the nearby wall. It had been taken fifteen years ago, on the last day of his schooling. The three of them stood in front of their school, grinning at the camera. There he was, thin as ever, flanked by his best friend and the girl he liked – who coincidentally would go onto marry his best friend four years after the photograph was taken.
He was the first to ask her out. She had declined him politely and with a lot of grace. She told him that she had fallen for his best friend. They all remained friends afterwards. But, from then on, he was a specter, a silent shadow in the background as their relationship bloomed. He was the best man at their wedding, and the Godfather to their son.
Now, his best friend had died in a freak accident at work. He smiled ruefully at their younger images and walked to the Church for his friend’s funeral.
His breath caught in his throat on seeing her – a black-clad angel of beauty and sorrow. She flew into his arms and he held her as she cried her heart out. He held her hand as they lowered the coffin into the grave, tousled the unruly curls of their son, kissed the cheek of his best friend’s mother, said his goodbyes and walked back home.
His shirt was still damp from her tears and his palms warm from holding hers’. He walked into the local bar and ordered himself a gin and tonic. It felt surreal to him – his best friend, a 6’5” specimen of good health and vigour was no more. Fat help all the strenuous workouts did to him.
He felt sorry for their son, a mousy little runt. He vowed to spend more time with his Godson.
But first, he had to do something. Something, he had wanted to do for a long time. He looked around the bar. There were very few in, less than ten. He pulled out his wallet and counted the notes inside. Satisfied, he called out loud
‘This round is on me, friends. Drink up! Cheers!’
He would celebrate the bitch’s misfortune today.
Very good!
If I was a bit smarter the title would have been a spoiler.
But I ain’t, so it wasn’t!
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Oooohhhhh! A broken heart and an evil mind!
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Oh my that was but mean and vindictive thought; wonder how he claims to be in love with her if those are his thoughts? Nicely done Varad – loving the tales you are spinning out everyday!
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A very unusual story. Nice work.
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There’s simply no way to know a human’s heart or mind for that matter. Nicely done. I wonder what he had made of himself, to be a friend to his best friend, wanting to be a good godfather, and yet somewhere always wishing her bad.
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To hold back all that hatred in and keep smiling. What an ending!
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That ending sneaked up on me. The guy seems to be seething with some bitterness.
Nice job.
Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out
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Glad I didn’t check the meaning of the word until after I read the post. Love the story and thank you for adding an amazing word that was missing in my lexicon. To me a very natural emotion that maybe is getting lost in this social media world of likes and hearts…where no one shares their sorrows any more.
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You really surprised me with the ending for your fiction piece. You evoked the emotions well and set the scene. Well done.
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Yes a great twist at the end – wow unexpected.
Great short story.
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I am still confused if there was his hand in his friend’s death?
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No! He had nothing to do with his friend’s death. He actually feels sad for his death, but decides to celebrate the misery of the girl who spurned him. Tells a lot about his character, right?
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I was expecting him to either forgive her and live alone or marry her. Or, I also thought he is the one behind his friend’s death. But none! He simply celebrated? Not the kind of ending you gave to the previous ones.
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Sometimes, the ending need not end with a huge bang, but with a small pop! The guy is a mousy character who bore his rejection in bitter silence too impotent to do anything about it. He was a good friend but a very bitter spurned lover.
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Oops, we hated your protagonist in the end and that’s the mark of a good writer when you invoke such strong feelings in the reader. Congratulations!
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Thank you for your kind words. 🙂 I shall consider my mission accomplished.
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Nice twist. A thoughtful piece turned full beast.
Thanks for stopping by on my AtoZ. I’ll be back.
Stu
Tale Spinning
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Thanks a lot for the kind words, Stu 🙂
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I am speechless! You are a great storyteller
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Thank you, Ruchi. You are very kind 🙂
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Great sentence, “He looked at his somber reflection on the old mirror stained with age and neglect.” As for the rest of the story I have one word: Yikes!
Another great post, thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Sharri. 🙂 Glad you liked it.
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Wow Varad… your signature twist at the end, but I more loved the dark humour and the character build up you did … would love to hate that guy!
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Thanks a lot for the kind words, Sayan. I shall consider my mission, accomplished 🙂
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Well written, and a great surprise.
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Thank you kindly 🙂
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Ho ho ho! Now that’s a story!! Loved the unexpected twist, Varad.
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Thank you Rrohan
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I was going oooh, ahhh, lovely – until the end! Absolutely brilliant Varad.
My Friend Rosey – E is for Employment
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Thank you, Keith
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Wow, he took the rejection quite badly! Great twist at the end, hope he enjoys his well earned drink! 🙂
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Haha! He’s waited too long for that drink, it might’ve tasted sour. Thanks for the comment, Iain
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I liked this one the best so far even though the ending was expected knowing your penchant for dark underthemes.😊 Well written overall …liked the build-up, narration and the unusual title
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Thanks for the comment, Tina. I did write myself into a corner by selecting this theme. Maybe I will write a story without any twists and that might be the twist 😀
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No, the twist is fantastic and came naturally. But, the title can be a giveaway if people know the meaning. This one is my personal fave so far…excellent narration.
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That’s where I hedged my bets, Tina. On the fact that not many people might know what Epicharikaky means. Thanks again 🙂
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Looking forward to your next! 🙂
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Thanks 🙂 BTW, haven’t you posted your ‘E’ yet?
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This was dark! But, not the expected twist wherein he would have been the murderer.
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Some times little things are better than a huge bang. Thanks for the comment, Meha
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Damn! that dark ending, every line is so gripping.
Tongue Twister for E
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Thanks kindly, DeeDee
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That was a spectacular twist, Varad. Some people can be terrific hypocrites.
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Oh yes! They can surely be. Thanks for the comment, Moon
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It couldn’t be the usual ending where he is the murderer had to be an unexpected twist, but was this justified? No easy answer
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Some people don’t have the guts to do anything, but they sure do enjoy the misfortunes of others. Thanks for the comment, Akshata
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How mean he was!!
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Spectacularly mean
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Till the end, I was expecting him to be the murderer of the husband, but this worked well for me too 🙂
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Sometimes, smaller twists work just as fine. Thanks for the comment, Anurag 🙂
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The human mind sure is weird. It cant handle rejection. He found some happiness in celebrating her misfortune.
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He sure did. Thanks for the comment 🙂
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Definitely a tale with a twist! What an opportunist.
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Cheers,
Dream
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Thanks for the comment, Dream. I’ll be sure to check your blog soon.
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What kind of jerk is that? Great work as usual Varad!
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The wussy kind? Thanks for the comment, Marquessa.
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How can he call himself a friend if he celebrates her misfortune? What a jerk!
Btw did you find the linky on blogchatter for the letter E?
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The human mind works in weird ways. He was true to his friend, but felt he needed that one little celebration to wash away years of pain, maybe! Thanks for the comment, Meena.
BTW: The link to blogchatter https://www.theblogchatter.com/the-e-book-carnival-your-questions-answered/
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Thanks for the link
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Wow, what an angry little man. Great twist
Debbie
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Yes, he’s one angry little man alright. Thanks for the comment, Debbie 🙂
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He was really a bitter old soul, wasn’t he?
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He sure was.
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What a jerk! Yeah, I liked him too, until the end.
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Thanks for the comment, Corina.
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I like the twist in tale. Great storyteller can only turn the story like this. Kudos!
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Thank you for the kind words, Priya.
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you have a way with words. Loved the twist at the end.. just when i was thinking what a decent man.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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