It Happened One Night
- a Short Story
- by Suman Mukherjee
He was driving as fast as he could to reach home. His daughter had suffered another epileptic attack and needed to be rushed to the hospital. The frantic call from his wife was enough for him to face the heavens which broke to release the torrent of the downpour so heavy that it felt like he was in the midst of a river rather than in a rain shower.
Alok took the shortcut through the forest. The trees waved in a whisper releasing the sounds of a plethora of nocturnal ghosts, the road now like a black river on a rain-washed sheen.
As he took a turn, a drunk man reeled out in front of his car and hit him. Alok knew that the man was dead even before he got out of his car.
He looked around. There was no one.
He drove away. His daughter was his priority.
Suman Mukherjee
from Panchkula, in Haryana, India, worked in a multi-national company before being a writer. An author of five books, each of his literary works appertains to a different genre... from a crime investigation to a political thriller to a love story and the next, the horror genre. Suman loves children, likes to travel and is a foodie.
2 thoughts on “It Happened One Night”
Simple yet perfect as usual.
It is amazing how much build up excitement 150 words can contain. And the end makes you wonder if you would prioritize in the same manner….