Kindred Spirits (Part 1)

The truth might hurt, but it's the only way to fight and correct the wrong.  This has been the echoing thought lingering in John's mind as he traverse his way at the traffic intersection. He was in no mood to contemplate about the repercussions of his actions toward Linda.

He left her angry and devastated in their apartment. He couldn’t stand to see her crying again, so he thought to take a brisk walk on the nearest park from their poshy loft.

A breath of fresh air, indeed! John did not notice the pair of eyes that has been  continuously following him. All he knew is the awesome feeling he's trying to absorb at the moment. The profusion of the green grass and the archaic park themes surrounding him gave tranquility to his mind.

Linda started crying, the moment John left and banged the door. She felt helpless, un wanted and un loved. Her heart is being torn into pieces, like she was about to explode in grief and sadness. But somewhere, a voice within her dictates that she must not give up.

Two loud blasts of bullet sounds! It was directed at John's heart. People in the park started screaming, everyone is in shock especially to those who've witnessed John's assassination. It was like a blink of an eye, blood gushed unrelentlessly from John's chest, he choked and started vomiting blood.

Marnie, an exquisite Visayan photographer, did not waste time. She called emergency police personnel and reported the incident and crime. She took a snap shot of John while in anguish and in pain.  And now, the people surrounding John started to provide assistance with their utmost care

Linda's mobile phone started to vibrate. She answered the call in between sobs and unleveled heartbreak. She suddenly screamed! John was shot, the caller said.

"You must rejoice, for your cross has been lifted" told the caller to Linda. The voice is so much soothing Linda could have been hypnotized if she's talking to the anonymous caller face to face. She was perplexed, her negative emotions intensified further.

And after a while, Linda's face brightened up. A smile forming on her lips. Twitching with ecstasy and contentment.

… to be continued

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
Thomas Carlyle






(This is an original plot of mine. All characters are fictional and in no way resemble to any living or living things. Situations used here on these short stories are all ideas and product of imagination)