TAKING TURNS

Brenda, One sees her in a crowded street … she stands apart. Wooosh! One gets attracted… No no no, you realize how important your life is. Oh…one falls head over heels in love with her within seconds. To keep it simple you go crazy on her One talks to her for a few minutes, wants to be with her throughout ‘her’ life - Not his life, mind you. You want her to live more and you, to live upto that! One doesn’t kill her. What?? Is that what Stanley did? Yes. Its awful isn’t it. He killed her in the most cold hearted manner and left her in a pool of blood in her own house. Thinking deep and looking out of the window, Jessica said, Oh but where is Stanley now? If only I could get my hands on him, I will make him soak in the blood of his sins Oh my brave lady Jessica! Will you do that? You will won’t you? Yes I will! She killed Brenda after all. I am sorry Jessica, I am afraid you won’t be able to do that. Why? Is Stanley not here? You only said we can meet Stanley and brought me here. Where is he? Why can’t I kill him? And she turned around Whack!$* Stanley watched from a corner of the hotel room as Jessica’s beautiful but limp body fell to the ground in a thud. Her head severed from here body was tossed aside like a rubber ball tossed around by a kid and was bouncing on the carpet blood springing like a small fountain in those old time gardens . Jonathan stood there with his butcher’s knife in hand relishing the achievement. It was time for Jonathan’s story to be told by Stanley ….it was his turn now.