My Friend Named Death

An excerpt from my latest short story. If you want to read the whole story, please let me know.

He walks down the street, all tired and weary. He looks around for a shelter, a shelter from the burning sun, a shelter from hunger. He is tired. He is weary. He looks for solace. He always knew money wouldn't be of any worth if they found no purpose. With no restaurants around, he is realizing the bitter truth yet again.

He continues to walk, and suddenly stops. Across the road, he sees a hotel. Nice. Elegant. Not rich. Precisely the kind of place he would like to spend and eat. After a tiring day, a smile finally appears on Thomas’s face.

He knows the rules. First left, then right, and again left. He follows the suit, and then starts crossing the road. When he reaches the middle of the road, he halts, for more vehicles are taking the road to the east, than the ones to the west. On the other side of the road, he sees many trying to cross the road as well.

He waits till the traffic goes low, and starts crossing again. The people opposite to him also start crossing the road. Among them is a beautiful girl, young, charming and extremely pretty. He smiles at her as she brushes past him, and walks ahead to reach his destination.

He is about to step in the hotel, when he stops and looks to his side. To his side he sees the girl he noticed earlier in the crowd. She is scared, her head is split into two, there is blood all over her, and her brains are missing. She looks at him and weeps.

Terror rises in his eyes. He turns back and looks at the road, to see the crowd crossing the road. All of a sudden, a car on that road loses its brakes and rushes forward. Everyone gets to move, but not the girl he noticed earlier. The car suddenly runs over her, and there is chaos on the road.

He runs to the spot, to see the girl. But he already knew there was no use. It has happened. For every act that is happening now has already happened in a fixed time phase. So whatever is going to happen has already happened. The girl is dead, for her brains are already out of her head.
Thomas looks back to the restaurant. The ghastly image he saw earlier is now missing. The soul has been devoured. There is an act he is not supposed to remember. He is not gifted. He is cursed.  His appetite dead, he walks away, to a different destination.