At Gun Point: Flash Fiction
When someone points a gun at your forehead and orders you to do something theres no way you can refuse. It wouldn't be polite to do so. And then what if that someone loses his temper and pulls the trigger.Everything would be over in a jiffy. And that wouldn't be worth it.
And that is why Ramesh was obeying me. "What now?" he asked me with fear in his voice. "Enter this room," I ordered him. When he was inside I made him go and sit on the chair by the desk. The computer on the desk was on and so was the internet connection. I made him click on Internet Explorer and then using the Favorites folder made him click on my weblog.
When it appeared on the screen I ordered him, "Read, read you son of a bitch, read. You have been avoiding me for too long. But not any more. Since the last time you had voluntarily read my blog I have posted a hundred entries. You will have to read each one of them. And don't think you can get away by just skimming. I will be asking you questions."
He got down to the task at hand. It would take him all of four hours. I sat in a corner of the room waiting for him to finish. I was happy I had found someone to read what I had written.
And that is why Ramesh was obeying me. "What now?" he asked me with fear in his voice. "Enter this room," I ordered him. When he was inside I made him go and sit on the chair by the desk. The computer on the desk was on and so was the internet connection. I made him click on Internet Explorer and then using the Favorites folder made him click on my weblog.
When it appeared on the screen I ordered him, "Read, read you son of a bitch, read. You have been avoiding me for too long. But not any more. Since the last time you had voluntarily read my blog I have posted a hundred entries. You will have to read each one of them. And don't think you can get away by just skimming. I will be asking you questions."
He got down to the task at hand. It would take him all of four hours. I sat in a corner of the room waiting for him to finish. I was happy I had found someone to read what I had written.
© Dev Kumar Vasudevan., all rights reserved.
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