Thursday, 12 November 2015

The brief encounter...

Ashraf wakes up earlier than usual that day. The sleep of the night before was not sound. And now a full bladder is forcing him to leave the comfort of his bed.

He heads for the bathroom located at the back of the kitchen. It is not yet daybreak but the light from the streetlamps outside filters in through the rear windows. As he is about to turn towards the kitchen, he catches a glimpse of a familiar figure in the dim hallway by the entrance door. He freezes.

He recognizes his father who is putting on his shoes and looking ready to go to out.

'Dad, is that you?' he asks, just to be sure.

'Yes son. It's me. You are up early. I'm just about to go to work.'

Without missing a beat, the son asks another question, 'But you know you're dead, right?'

He sees the figure in the hallway smiling back. 'That indeed I am, my son. But I am going to work anyway. You take care now.... and tell your sister to finish reading the book that I gave her.'

The figure then makes a move for the door and without the need to open it, leaves the house like a fading mist.

The young man remains rooted to the spot. He wonders if he is dreaming or he has just really seen what he has seen. After a while, the urge to pee makes him realize why is up from bed this early.

He makes a shake of his head and walks towards the bathroom...

4 comments:

Amelia said...

Hi Old Stock, thanks for sharing the brief encounter. I do believe this kind of strange encounter cos I used to work in operation theatre and doing night duty. Then 6 months before my FIL passed away, we had all sort of strange encounters. Long story,if got chance to meet you for coffee then only can cerita.

Best regards.
Amelia

heartpill said...

Nice story there...

Good writer :-)

Oldstock said...

Hi Amelia. I'll take you up on that coffee offer. Would love to hear more stories from you :-)

Oldstock said...

Hi there Dr Beni @ heartpill. Nice of you to be dropping by here. I seem to recall having read one of your articles somewhere... maybe a link from a friend in FB or a forwarded post in whatsapp. Need to search my memory bank on this.

Anyway, thanks for dropping by. By the way doc, it's a real story, although I bagi olah a bit here and there lah. And the deceased in the story died of a heart attack.