My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Saturday, 26 November, 2011

Mounts #Day26

'Why don't you visit me more often? I like having you here?' My uncle said as we put down our tea cups after drowning the beverage down our throats.
'I am scared of all these animal heads and mounts that adorn your walls, uncle' I replied.
'Nothing to be scared of son! They are dead already. Moreover, they are more scared of human beings even when alive. I see the fear in their eyes and I know when to shoot them.' The uncle consoled me.
'I don't know uncle, I feel their souls are still wandering in this room of yours' I found myself blabbering.
'You talk rubbish.' He was laughing aloud.
'I'd take your leave uncle now.' I got up moving towards the door as I noticed a dead fox's eyes following me.

5 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Rahul Bhatia said...

Mystical read!

Anonymous said...

nice picture, even my uncle used to hunt so many animals, specially those fox n rabbits and also the birds, his house used to be filled with feathers and stuff animals. and as usual i was scared of those :) specially during nights used to avoid living room and dinning areas

Punkster said...

Hahaha! =)

Richa said...

@ Rahul Bhatia, Thanks :)

@ MM, ahaha :)

@ Punky, :) you know, where to laugh :P

Nimue said...

you seem to notice a lot of paranormal stuff lady ;)