The Story That Never Made It

         The day was getting brighter as the sun set. The waterfall gushed furiously upwards and the rivers flowed upstream. As the dark cloud hovered above, the day got even brighter.

         Suddenly, it started raining. Streams of water rushed from the ground shooting up towards the sky like geysers. It was an odd experience, but I wanted to explore further into the land of mystery.

        I journeyed on into the countryside. There was a cute little hut with a chimney - sucking smoke into the hut. I went nearer and knocked on the door and a little boy opened it.

          In my heart I feared that he would speak with his rear end but thank God he did not. The thankfulness did not last long as he started speaking in reverse. Well not the real 'reverse' reverse but you know the Master Yoda kind of reverse.

"Help you how can I?" he said.

It sounded a little sarcastic though, but I knew it was a friendly gesture after all.

"Oh well," I chuckled. The boy stared, confused.

"What is this place? Everything is happening in reverse. Am I dreaming?" I asked.

"Inside please come," he said. Frankly, I felt nervous. I slowly stepped inside.

            Suddenly a mob of masked hooligans rushed in. But the boy remained calm. They came in rushing with large knapsacks and started arranging household items on the shelves and tables. The placed television sets, DVD players and expensive decorative ceramics.

"Why are they putting these things in your house?" I asked, puzzled.

"Thieves they are. Good things they bring to us."

            It was getting eerie all around me. It was very comical. Nothing made sense. And my brain was operating in speeds it has never before trying to think of other things that might be happening in reverse. The boy switched on the hall lights and it got darker in the cabin.

             I sat at the dining table sipping coffee, that, by the grace of the Lord poured OUT of the jug. Suddenly the boy's eyes turned bright red. He kept smiling, but his eyes got wider and blood shot. I asked him what was wrong. He said nothing.

             I got scared and a bit tensed because I could not go on. It was a very difficult situation now. The story I was writing has gone out of context. This is what happens when you sit down to write a story without a proper idea. Damn!