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Here’s mine for the week

He could feel the texture of the beach mat start to change, his vision turning blurry before everything seemed to fast forward, all eyes seemed to turn to him.

Feeling his throat, he winced at the sharp edges and wondered idly at how the Hindu God Shiva had managed to keep poison trapped there, smiling awkwardly at the people at the beach who happened to be looking his way.

Hours later, being clawed out of his throat by the very people that lay massacred on the beach in a blind struggle for power, the philosopher’s stone would be appeased.

©Sonali Mukherjee