Corpse Pose

The police found her dead on her yoga mat with her throat cut.

Why kill her on Yoga Day? Why kill her at all?

She was my 60-year-old neighbour next door. She was such a nice person. During lockdown she cooked extra food for the poor.

She was a school teacher and gave math tuitions to struggling students for free.

I was one of the kids in her math class all those years ago.

A few weeks later the police reveal that she had been grooming little boys for decades.

A few men have come out accusing her of sexually abusing them.

But I don’t believe a word of it. She was a kind lady who would never do such a thing.

That very night I have a bad dream where I am being sexually abused by her.

“Bend down and get on your knees.” She orders. “As if you’re doing yoga.”

I do as she says. And then I wake up. My heart is beating so fast.

Was that really a dream? Or was it a memory? Did she really do those things to me when I was young?

No it can’t be… If she did there is no way in hell I would let her get away with it.

I go to the bathroom to wash my face.

And that’s when I spot a razor with dried blood on it.

Yellow Yellow

When I wake up I’m horrified to find that my skin is completely yellow! I look like a Simpson’s character. In fact everything around me looks yellow. Was it something I ate? My cousin is visiting and we went out to eat last night. He’s sleeping beside me, snoring loudly, and he looks yellow too. Why is everything yellow?!

Just then I hear loud knocks on my door. “Rent!” The landlady demands.

It’s the first of this month and rent is due. But I can’t open the door, not like this.

I shake my cousin and try to wake him. He continues snoring. I slap him, “Wake up! Wake up!”

“Wh-what?” He finally opens his eyes.

I give him an envelope with cash. “Open the door and pay the landlady.”

“Why are you wear-”

“Just pay her!”

He gets out of bed and opens the door. She complains that he smells. She’s always complaining. After he pays her he goes to the bathroom.

I just got a new job and today is my first day. I cannot go to work like this — with yellow vision. I need this job or I won’t be able to pay rent next month.

There is knocking on the door again. “You gave me a torn note!” The landlady yells.

My cousin can’t open the door, he is still in the bathroom.

I open the door just a little and slowly stick my arm out, hiding the rest of my body. “Give me the torn note and I’ll give you a new one.” I say.

“Open the door.” She pushes it open. “Why are you wearing those ugly sunglasses?”

And then it dawns on me… I fell asleep with a new pair of sunglasses yesterday. I had been trying them on.

I give the landlady a new note and shut the door.

Hopefully I won’t do anything dumb at work today.

 

Writer: Rohan Parekh

50 Word Story: Temptation

His neighbor sent him leftover cake from last night’s party.

But he must lose weight this year. He must take drastic measures to avoid sugar.

He glares at the vile pink box, containing the fatal treat.

He opens the box. He unzips his pants. He pees on the pineapple cake.

 

Writer: Rohan