The moon was swimming through the clouds when she left for home; if she only had a proper home. But the likes of her wasn’t welcome anywhere, and she had found taken shelter between two jhopadpattis at the slum, which was too crowded to notice her.
She accepted what food she could find, and people were all too happy to leave for her the bits and scraps. She was young, but she had a tinge of carelessness about her. She had no sense of direction, but had always managed to find her way back, no matter how far she strayed from home in her daily travels.
She had seen him many times. The road she went through always went past his home. Every time, he would smile. The way he looked at her made her feel afraid, feel anxious as she crossed him. Many a time, she had tried not to look at him even. But she was young, and curiosity always got the better of her. But she was young, and just the type he liked the best. She could feel his beady eyes bore into her.
It was the cake that caught her attention; a big piece of sponge cake that someone had thrown away. She thought it was her lucky day. She usually had to make do with just bits. Even the look of it, yellow with most of the brown crust still left on it, looked tempting for her. Yes, it would be her dinner. And without another thought, she set herself on it.
It was then she realized that it had been a trap. HIS trap. As she struggled to find a way out, his beady eyes bore into her from behind. He looked like it was his lucky day. He had been waiting, and she cried with all the energy she could muster. But no one would hear her. And even if they could, no one tried to help the likes of her. His hands closed around her, and his lips found her body. And soon, she couldn’t cry anymore.
In the shadows, a silver web continued to shake.
(9th April 2014)