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Black & White

Lisa and Jovan were the ideal couple - one a top shot investment banker and the better half a master interior  designer, and three lovely children. Ofcourse there was money,luxuries and expensive vacations. Just another life of the rich and famous.

As the radio played out a commercial in the background,the last few words caught Jovan's attention - ''Here's your cance to change your black and white life into a new color" 

The kids played in the garden on a bright sunny morning. Lisa kept a watch on them through the window.

Lisa turned around and popped her head out of the kichen window and said -

'The milkshake is done -It’s a secret recepie darling in the spirit of spring -I am sure you'll love it.’

Lisa handed out the Orange and white concoction to Jovan sitting on the dining table.

‘I need to rush for a meeting’ Jovan announced while gulping down his milkshake. 

The generous mix of the two distinct colors ,yet different destinies ,bore testimony to the fifty two stabs on Jovans chest.The milkshake and blood mix plastered the walls and painted the floor. Five years and a bitter trial later,Mrs.Lisa Raymond  was convicted for murder of Mr.Jovan Raymond.

As the judge announced the verdict,she sat down in the witness box quietly, no emotion, no gesture.

‘We will appeal against the sentence or even force a retrial’the lawyer comforted.

But deep inside Lisa was enjoying every bit of limelight especially after being kept in the dark for fourteen years.

Life is not so black and white after all.      

Gyanban thoughts - this story is loosely based on the infamous Kissel murder early 2003 in Hong Kong.The theme Black and white seemed to fit in well considering the apparent and the oblivious nature of the crime and verdict.The trial was about a woman who allegedly killerd her husband after sedating him with a spiked milkshake.It was brutal,it was dark and what amazed people was how a petit frail woman managed to kill a man almost twice her size.While the story on the other side was of an abused housewife of a rich corporate honcho who live in a secluded hell under the eyewash of being a perfect couple.The jury is out.

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  1. I just want to say that I loved the way you constructed this short story. Simple and short, yet it has got so much of meaning.. Loved it.. PS: Thanks for your feedback! I am yet to proofread the story so there may be some typo's and regarding the sentence construction, I hope one day I will write a post with proper sentence construction.

    Someone is Special

  2. As usual it is a delight to read your short story, well constructed and it made for a good read.

  3. perfect Gyaanban twist. Great ending in the short time span bro. Sadly you missed the timeline but its a very challenging entry.

  4. @Someone is Special - thank you for dropping by and appreciating the story.

    @Harsha -appreciate your comment - thanks.

    @Siddhes Kabe - Oh didnt realise there was a deadline I missed. So should I not vote as well?

  5. Loved how you created flash fiction that has a potential to grow into a full length novel - and a chartbuster movie...

  6. And just because of this, now I have another high profile murder to think about. The rapid twist that you used was perfect.

    Good stuff out here.
    All the best!

  8. @Nirvana - thanks - yup thought about it but the lack of time is drectly proportional to creativity.

    @D2 - thanks mate. Yea if you read their case history, you will realise it is quite warped.

    @Enchanta - Muchos Gracias.

  9. Interesting, the way you have written it!
    It made me read the story twice. Good luck sir :)

  10. different...happy that she came out of her dark veil......

    cheers ...keep writing

    rajathecritic - BLACK AND WHITE

  11. good one.. you wrote nicely in a short length....

  12. I liked the way you have narrated this graphic incident in a light and short way.Keep it up!!


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