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Her eyes were fairly open and they were never going to shut ever again. Her head laid on the cold ground and it kept bleeding. The sand where her body stayed had turned rosy red. And on that warm night of summer, vultures were hissing above the sky. On the other side of this site, the river was perfumed with her blood. The blood flowed like a river of rose to meet the stream. The fish in the stream were having a night of carnival. Everything was red, except the night, which stayed dark, even the moon’s stare was cherry red.

To this site, there came an animal, it came running as if it was hungry for her meat. The haze grew along the night, with passing time, it was getting thicker. The animal took a sniff of her body, with its nasty little tongue it licked her face.

‘Wait, you doggo!’, a man shouted from the mist.

His steps were stiff and they distorted the ground with each of his steps, carrying some of the soil with his boot.

Here she is!’, he sighed.

‘It has been hard for you to find her, hasn’t it?’, he talked to his dog, caressing him gently. The dog seemed happy to have been patted.

As it huffed his tail stroked the sand on the ground with joy.

The man took some notes in his notebook which may be out of coincidence—was red.

He spoke to himself, ‘Ah! One more… … but who killed her?’

As, he was inspecting her body for the signs of murder, his dog started barking to the direction opposite they came from. ‘Shut up, doggo!’ ‘Can’t you see? I am busy.’

The dog stopped barking no time sooner so he went to his dog and gently rubbed his neck. To his surprise, the sand had some stains of footsteps. The dog followed the steps and he followed the dog.

As they kept following the blood steps, they reached a point where they could no longer find any trace of blood. By this time the stream was left far behind them. The man decided to take a rest on a large boulder nearby, just as he sat down, the dog started barking again.

It ran straight to a man who seemed to be moving to the same direction as they were. The animal bit him on his leg and with that the man fell down. He cried with pain, ‘Help help help…’ He didn’t stop, he tried searching for means to beat the animal, but his hand failed him, it was weak and he couldn’t really find anything on the ground. All he did was wail helplessly and budge his hands on the ground to the hope of finding at least something.

‘Stop it already! ‘, said the dog owner. ‘Leave him alone now!’

The dog then left the crying man and started licking his shoes. To the horror, it had blood in them. The owner looked at it and as he sat down on that cold grass asked, ‘Did you kill that woman?’

The crying man answered with his innocent little voice, ‘Sir, I don’t know what you are talking about!’ ‘Just let me go.’ ‘I haven’t killed anyone, I would never even think of such….’

‘Shut up, keep your lies within yourself’, shouted the other man. ‘Can’t you see, your boots have blood?’

The crying man replied with a slight smile on his face, ‘But sir.. Sir, I am blind.’

–Bibek Khanal


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