Shock
Hunnie’s homily landed as a slap. Charoen lowered herself on the stool, staring at the bottled snake, hanging on to Hunnie’s words. Rohan picked up the bottle, proceeded to the balcony and hurled it at the dump of stones and weeds outside. The bottle clinked against the rock and Rohan pictured holding the neck and piercing the broken jagged ends into Ravi’s stomach. Take that. And that as he punctured it into his entrails. He saw the gum chewer falling to the rock in slow motion as the liquid fell out. “This person is getting too big for his boots.” He turned to the two ladies, his eyes set hard as little stones. “I was bottled up all these days and looked at the world through a golden glass bottle. But now the bottle is broken, and I see the beautiful world, the world in all its colour
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