Graves of the alive

A well meaning friend had suggested going back to blogging , because they are a friend and we had just spent a not so small sum on a month long writing course. While the course has been very good, the result has been  minimal so far, but this is going to be considered an attempt to pick up my pen again. 

That my friends is the beginning of the story, I have been looking at some of my old posts, the profile, basically reacclimatising to my own blog. The quest also took me the blogs of old friends and I found that almost all of them are now either completely wiped clean or abandoned. The last post on one of my favourite authors is from 9 years ago. Wonder where the urge to write went, perhaps shifted to shorter forms like the bird app or may be like me, the urge to write flew right out of the window. The reasons are plenty I suppose, the fear of putting out something that could get us 'cancelled', lack of time because life happened, or blogging as a fad faded into oblivion. I have had conversations with some of my friends who used to be prolific bloggers in the last decade about why they gave up writing and some of them have even  called out lack of an audience as a reason . I wonder if I can now cajole some of them back to becoming pen smiths. It will be worth a shot. Some company on these pages would be nice, you know! 

What ever contributed  to a decade long writers block, at least I am back , for now. Time to bring this grave back to life.

Zero

When enough time had passed ,I turned myself in. I had always planned for the day after all. 

The time was right now- She was gone after all , I had not much to lose. I had watched her wither away, broken from her inability to forgive herself. 

 

The irony was that the cop on duty that day was Prince, her brother. Prince had been flustered , nay , anxious when he saw me walk into the station – it was going to open a big can of worms. Me on the other hand was calm, it was as if the storms raging inside me for so long had a premature death. 

 

Everyone thought they knew why I had come, little did they know they would get much more. I had not come for justice for her, only an explanation to what started it all.

 

The station started buzzing with activity quickly but the interrogation cell was quiet – the storm was about to erupt. “ I want to talk” I started.  

 

Prince was waited patiently for me to continue.

 

I continued  “ That day, I was the first one to notice that she was away; she had left her phone at home. I had noticed that the phone had started buzzing every few mins , and I watched the messages piling. . “

 

“ I knew her password , but I respected her boundaries. But it looked important . So I started looking at the messages and what I saw made my world spin.

 

I know enough about her world to know how revolutionary this was. She had done it. 

After years of toiling away in her little world away from her family and the world , she had done it. She will be famous,  in her world atleast  and she will finally be able to reap the benefits. She will be paid handsomely for this, I had no doubt. 

 

I was excited and I wanted to see her. I really wanted to see her and talk to her, congratulate her.  It was going to be polarizing but I was happy she had seen it take form. I had rushed out excited to her office to meet her and talk about it.

 

The roads were slightly crowded and my feed on the pedal was strong, what I however didn’t see was the mad man jumping the lights and crashing into me. And with that it was lights out for me and from what I know now , for a lot more. 

 

When I woke up I was in the white room and the first person I saw was her.  She looked pale and terrified . Her damp eyes also proof to the distress she was in. What I also didn’t fail to notice was the gloves on her hand . Her blue gloves from work. 

 

She looked at me before looking at her hand  , and her eyes widened. She had an apology and a tear to offer before she turned away. That was the last time I had seen her before the fever claimed me.” 

 

Prince didn’t say anything, he was waiting for me to confirm what his mind had already understood.

 

“I am patient zero.”