Is John Alive?

Who was telling the story ? And whose story was it anyway ?
The words fluttered and flew in the wind.
As he saw the shadow disappearing from the mirror in front of him.

“You are a lair”, Clare raised her hands as one does to slap.

It was their wedding night when Edward tried to comfort his newly wedded wife. Clare was sweating, and was unable to move, thousands of thoughts running through her mind. It had happened before when she was first married to John, her first husband.
Clare was in her nineteen’s when she fought against her family and got married to John.
“John stop playing now, Get in, I am waiting for you”
“Close your eyes darling”, John shouted from outside bedroom.
“Don’t play any games”
“Trust me darling”
It was after 5 minutes when Clare found herself tied to the bed, and blindfolded.
“John, this is not funny, at least unfold the covering from my eyes”

“Don’t touch me”, Clare shouted out loudly.
“I am sorry, I just wanted to ask – Are you okay?”, Edward said politely.

How could someone forget their first wedding night, Clare had already made all the necessary arrangement for night, John was busy with his parents the whole day, and later with his old friend whom he met after fifteen years. It was 2 a.m when Clare heard him say “Close your eyes darling”, and later found herself lying naked beside a stranger in a pool of blood, it was not John. John went missing, and so Clare’s trust from John.

Edward met Clare in an unexpected way, when he heard the waiter complaining about a customer who have different needs, and ask to bring it one by one.
Edward ran a restaurant, he belonged to a business class family. Finally, Edward stepped out from his office and went to the customer to ask her needs.
“When did waiters started dressing so well?”, She said without looking at Edward completely.
“May I have your order mam”, Edward Replied.
It was after 5 minutes when he returned back with the order, and sat across her. Within few minutes they became comfortable with each other.

It became Clare’s daily routine to visit Edward at his restaurant and have lunch with him. And one day, Edward proposed her, for which she said “Yes”.

It was their wedding night when Edward found Clare sweating, and feeling uncomfortable. When he lied down beside her, she shouted “Don’t touch me”, which made Edward tensed and worried.

As he turned towards the other side, he recalled that day when few years ago, he was just closing down his restaurant and a customer entered. He was heavily bleeding, and his face seemed as someone had smashed it. He asked for a class of water, drank it fastly and left without uttering a word. But he left a picture of a beautiful young girl. And behind that picture it was clearly written “Clare, I love you – will you marry me?”

Edward stood up from bed, switched onn the lights and found Clare asleep. There was something in Clare’s hand, it was a book – which read “This is my story”, Edward took it swiftly from her, as he opened the first page he saw the same man he met few years ago heavily bleeding. He rushed to the other room and began to read, it ended on their wedding night the last sentence was “I am still waiting for John and he wants me to close my eyes – I think he has a surprise for me”.

The next day when Clare found her book missing she asked Edward whether he saw it? he said “NO”, which made Clare angry.

“You are a lair”, Clare raised her hands as one does to slap.

“Yes I took it, and I know where John is”, Edward Replied.

“What happened next? mummy”, Little Alfred asked her mother curiously.
“Alfred, Mummy had died a long ago, Whom are you talking to ?”, Elizabeth found her little brother standing infront of the mirror, asking questions to her dead mother’s photo.

Who was telling the story ? And whose story was it anyway ?
The words fluttered and flew in the wind.
As he saw the shadow disappearing from the mirror infront of him.

—- Abdul Gani Punjabi

Author: Abdul Gani

In the world where everyone tries to fit into the label of "Normal" i try to fight against that "normal" to reach my own potential, And be my "Authentic Self". On my blog you will find, Water that soften the soil and helps it to grow fruitful plants... I am seed which gets into your soul and helps it find it's purpose and Destiny 😇

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