Drinking and soaking self in the rain when a voice called out my name. A bottle of whiskey in hand, I thought I left my cellphone in the pub so I turned around to see but found no figure was approaching me. Another thought of deliberately leaving that irritating object arrived which cancelled the former and I resumed the walk.
Thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts started forming a depressing rhythm detached from the musical chime of the rain, the wetness of my eyes had a lot to say. I gulped more and sat under the lonely tree full of leaves which readily accepted my companionship. A lamp post stood besides glaring at me with a wide smile white in colour.
And the thaumaturgy of time began.
Chapter 0 Micro Series: ‘Thaumaturgy of Time’
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