SQUISH!!!

It was just an ordinary day. I hadn’t a clue about how bad things were going to get. I was driving through Hinderbouth to my office; East from the local hill station when in a blazed hurry did the boy come running out. With a pitiful squeal of breaks did I try to falter the moaning car which as a result skidded across the road like someone slipping on a banana peel.

To my uttermost horror, the car ran over the screaming child with a sickening ‘SQUISH!’ I felt on the verge of vomiting, for this sound brought back one of my distant non-nostalgic memories of me at the tender age of six accidently swallowing a slimy, sober, sandy snail (at the time I was a victim of my brother’s pranks).However at this particular incident, this was no joking matter.

I harshly applied the breaks and without wasting a second, I sprang out of the car like a caged animal let free, to examine the hurt child. Furthermore, my mind was spinning with disturbing images of a motionless child lying in a pool of blood, its arms separated from its body. Despite these frightening thoughts (which were starting to develop with the result of me shuddering), I strode towards the boy like an ordinary gentleman to the rescue.

However, when I met the horrifying scene, I let out an unintended blood-curdling scream, shocking passers by. For the child’s body was without a doubt motionless, probably dead. A lad he was and his youth made me want to burst into tears; he had hardly lived a life. With much anxiety I touched his skin to which he reacted by flashing his sparkly eyes so blue as the shimmering ocean.

“What happened?” mumbled he, drowsily.  I could have kissed him; words could not express how much it meant to me that he was alive.

After I had helped the confused boy to his feet a well dressed couple arrived, who rushed for the boy and walked off with a ‘Thank you’. 

When I reached my office, it was to my great disappointment that I learnt I was fired for reckless driving; somehow the word had reached my boss who flared his nostrils over the incident and turned as red as a beetroot. 

After a year of desperately searching for a job with no success, I started thinking deeply about starting a company of my own: Mr. Houston’s Circus. This indeed was the best job, for I currently entertain thousands of children worldwide, and when the Grande finale required me to perform a stunning act, I drove over a motionless child, causing spectators to gasp. They appear much relieved when the child gets up and exclaims, “Do I look dead?” 

Now, isn't that a fabulous act?

25, Jan 2014