“A cigarette and a match-stick please’, he said and threw a few coins on the counter. Ishwar was trying to act casual.
With plump trembling fingers he attempted to light his cigarette. Would his wife and family have a fit if they saw him now! He chuckled to himself.
The Red-light district wasn’t all that pleasant.
A figure stepped in. She nodded at the direction of the café.
Ishwar entered the café.
A girl was waiting; her face was surrounded by the billowing smoke of cigarettes. He took a small step towards her…
‘Just give me yes or no…’
Her voice startled him like a gunshot! From the corner of his eyes, he could clearly see the chewing motion of her jaw. The face was closer to his daughter’s…
He moved closer, and those eyes had no sense of fear today; only a disgust and loathing for this boorish man before her.
World crumbled; all contacts broke!
She was directly looking into his eyes now; he noticed the thin red veins that crept out from her irises, and she spoke:
‘Never knew that my first catch in the raid would be my Father, begging at stranger’s door for love. Were you really so ignored and unloved?’
Ishwar was pinned down to silence. He didn’t have the right answer. A death sentence was pronounced ....!
Flash Fiction in 225 words !