Did you go out today,the voice asked..
And she stilled,fear creeped in her heart,as if it was wind, trying to blow the faint lamp in her heart .
Still,as truthful as ever,she answered a faint yes,gulping the tears..
Why did you not tell me,the voice cooed..
But she knew,it was the gentleness before the storm..
She must choose her words carefully,as carefully as ever..
Any slip and everything is over..
No,I just thought to take the garbage out,she said,trying to calm her breathing..
Ohh,it was all she heard as the call got disconnected..
And the next moment as she stood near her window,she could hear..
The words of the owner, talking..
How she had not taken any garbage with her that day..
And all she could do was sink in,
In fear of what was about to come..
