Just Another Day.

[This is the beginning of a short story which I recently wrote, the link to which I've placed in the title, if you wish continue reading onto the whole...which I hope you will want to :)). Please DO give me feedback/critque on the same..and I hope I shall be entertain some more and in a better way too...enjoy!]


The mist was coming in thick and fast now. The crying of the seagulls moody and melancholic. The filtered blue light was fast dwindling; perhaps it was fitting that they should meet like this. He stood leaning against the ancient gaslight pole, the cigarette dwindling in his fingers, but tonight he’d have to prevent another life from dwindling into nothingness. He’d promised her he’d speak to Ajit today. He pulled his coat tighter around him and turned up the corners of his collar, cursing the infernal London weather. He looked at his watch again. It was almost time. Why wasn’t he here yet? It occurred to him that Ajit might not come at all, but no, knowing him, he would, oh yes, he most definitely would.

Ajit spotted him immediately. Leaning against the gaslight pole careless and nonchalant. The eternal cigarette burning out. A muscle worked in his jaw as he walked slowly, in no hurry to close the gap between them. He felt the bile rising in him with ferocious intensity. His fists clenched. He willed himself to relax, compose himself, make his face expressionless. Better this way. He made a great show of adjusting the muffler under his coat and then wiping his glasses, brisk and business-like.

It had grown dark now, the gulls still circling but quieter now. The all-pervading silence creeping up the spine in icy tentacles. The embankment was completely deserted now, with only the pools of light making the seething mass of black water come alive. From some distance away, came the high-pitched sounds of drunken gaiety, spilling out occasionally from the pubs in flashes of white flesh and the tap tapping of stilettos........(contd)