She was sure that she had heard a scream. It left her bewildered and nervous.
She had just shifted to the town and it was her first night in her new home. She had wanted her mother to come with her; but mother had declined, “I have lived in your father’s home for more than thirty years. Now I won’t be at ease anywhere else. You don’t have to worry about me; I can look after myself.”
She had shifted to this place because she had got a job as a college teacher. Besides, she was engaged to a man who was working in one the companies in the town. He had arranged the house for her when she had flatly refused to move to his flat, “Not till we get married.”
It was a beautiful, small house but slightly isolated.
She again heard a heart-wrenching scream. She was certain that the scream had come from the backside of the house; but she was too timid to venture out and investigate.
She called her fiancé, “Would it be okay if I stay with you, tonight?”
“I would be there in five minutes,” he could not hide his joy.
He was at the door in just two minutes. She was surprised and her searching eyes made him uncomfortable.
“My place is not that far and there’s hardly any traffic on the roads,” he mumbled without conviction.
They reached his home. But he didn’t open the door.
“Let’s go back,” he said abruptly without looking at her.
“Why?” She asked. He could sense that she was sounding totally unfamiliar.
“I will explain when we are there.”
Back at her home, he confessed that it was he who had screamed. “I badly wanted you to stay with me. I had screamed to scare you; I was at the backside when you called me. But I realize it was foolish of me.”
She kept looking at him; it was a distant, uncertain look.
A post for A to Z April (2015) Challenge
Letter S for Scream
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