Monday, March 27, 2006

The Storm - A Short Story (Final Part)

As the car turned in to the little road leading to the mound, Bob quipped
"You really think your car would still be where you left it, after last night's storm?"
"Well, it survived because the storm was in a hurry to go to the top. Pity the barn was almost razed" Kelly said.
"What barn?" Bob was surprised.
"Old Rupert's barn. That's where I spent last night, and that’s how I survived the storm. The old man's a nice guy, although you wouldn’t know by looking at him" Kelly smiled.
"I have driven by this road several times, and I don’t remember seeing any barn. Are you sure?" he asked.
"Of course, but I have to ask Rupert about Joe's garage. There is no such place" she continued.
"Joe's Garage? That’s where my dad used to work. But how do you know about it?" he was surprised.
"I went looking for Joe's Garage off the first exit, and couldn’t find anything. Just an old house. And the old lady doesn’t even talk" Kelly complained.
"That's Joe's wife Martha. She used to be a nice lady, but now, she's so old that she hardly understands anything. After Joe's death, she closed the Garage and it is now just a small little house" Bob explained
"Oh, so Rupert wasn’t lying. But when did the garage close?" Kelly asked
"Right after Joe died. About 14 years ago" Bob answered.
"14 years? I wonder why Rupert didn’t know that" she was surprised.
"We'll ask your old Rupert when we get there. How much longer?" Bob was growing impatient.
"Almost there. I think I can spot the car" Kelly screamed.
"But shouldn’t there be a barn right about somewhere around here, as you have been claiming?" Bob asked, with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, but it is, right here, on that mound..." and she turned around towards the empty space where the barn had been the previous night.
"I don’t see anything there. Is that where you survived the whole of last night?" Bob quizzed.
Kelly was in a shock.She had spent the whole night at the barn, and now, there was no sign of the structure!
"How can it be? I swear there was a barn here last night. And now it’s gone. And what happened to Rupert? Where did he disappear?" Kelly turned to Bob in disbelief.

Bob's face had turned pale. There was an unusual quiver in his voice.
"What did you say Rupert's last name was?"
"Jones, I think. The family photograph that Rupert had framed had "Jones Family" written in bold" Kelly remembered.
Bob was sweating profusely, and a strange fear was written all over his face.

"There was a series of twisters that hit this town 17 years ago. Several houses and families perished to the storm. I had read that one of the families that got washed away included one Rupert Jones, who lived on a barn up the mound"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kelly looked one last time at the barn that never was, as she got into the tow-truck. She knew her life had changed forever since then. A dead man had come back only to save her. She felt a strange sense of security. That someone up there cared for her. A lot of things had happened in her life, but this one incident put everything in perspective.

A dead man, who she had no connection to, had crossed the dimensions of death, to save her.
Although it raised a lot of questions in her head, she had a strange feeling of calmness.

Of someone assured with the knowledge of life. And beyond.

6 comments:

Maverick said...

Leon, nice story! Are you thinking about trying to prove the pythogarus theorum on transmigration of souls in time and space, or time travel and such? Makes for X files stuff. Nice ending.

Kiran said...

Maverick,
This was a story that I had drafted over a year ago, but never published because I wasnt completely happy with the way it turned out. Finally, I decided to publish it anyways. Glad you liked it.

Anonymous said...

dude... that was not a short story... lies is an extremely fluid situation... don't let the lava flow ue way... terminator... i'll be back

Kiran said...

Anon: Am not sure what you meant. Maybe you should explain it better since I don't seem to be as well versed with those cool slangs. Do come back and drop in your comments.
Thanks,
Kiran

Rubic_Cube said...

Kiran. Gaj here. Nice story there. Very very American though. Would have loved to see it develop in the rural Indian context. Say a drive from Mangalore to Bangalore and the strom raging up in the Shiradi Ghats. How about it?

Kiran said...

Gaj, point taken sir. Next story is going to be completely Indian. Maybe I'll borrow some info from your blog where, i have noticed, you have some really useful posts about your travels around Karnataka. That way, not being a " well travelled" person limits my story-telling options very seriously.
Cheers,
Kiran