PRIME- Chapter 8

8.Back Again

A figure was walking in around 4 in the dawn. There was chill in the air. Surrounded by the mist he was going somewhere, somewhere his destination among the few mansions around he chose the one.
He opened the threshold cautiously, slipped in one of the dark rooms- the library. The figure placed him in a wooden chair, pulled out a magazine from the nearby shelf and put it over his face.
The wooden table next to the chair had two wine glasses. The figure went dizzy and the magazine slipped,
Slipped and slid away, tumbled over the table, collided with the glass and it fell down, broke into pieces.
The figure was alarmed and so was the other person living there.
The door of other room opened, a half sleepy figure appeared.
‘Who the hell is here now?’ the inhabitant asked.
‘Your father’ the figure replied.
‘How dare you damn’ you’
‘I am very daring, you ass hole’
‘Hey you’
The other figure appeared and asked ‘Hey Jen who the hell’s there?’
‘Dunno’
‘Well then let me find it out’ the other inhabitant spoke as drew close to the figure sitting, before he could touch the figure, the light was switched on.
‘Wait Grevelauy’ cried Jenafur.
‘Why?’ Grevelauy turned facing Jenafur.
‘He’s Flintop’ squalled Jenafur.
‘Flintop! Holy Crap!’ Grevelauy exclaimed. ‘But he was dead’
‘I don’t know’ Jenafur replied. ‘But it’s a great news that sir’s alive’ said Jenafur in a joyful manner.
Grevelauy pressed his shoulder and asked to Flintop ‘But how?’



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