The speeding Merc entered the palm grooves. It came to halt with the screeching sound. The frightened driver grabbed the cigarette packet and stepped out. His had shivered as he lit the cigarette. The place was deserted, which he appreciated.
It was a big accident. Even their bike was speeding, not completely my fault. Who will believe me. But they were hit bad, almost thrown away, impossible to survive the accident. What I was suppose to do? Take them to hospital ? ………..they hit to the right of the car.
He reached to the right of the car. He bent down to his knees to see the damage. The scratches and bump was prominent with few tinges of red. His heart was pounding. With hands in hair, he stared at it.
Just ahead, he saw feet, surprisingly they were glowing. His eyes ran down to top. A mysteries man with a glow stood. A book with a feather was floating before him. Is this a dream ? he couldn't believe. The man was not ordinary.
Who are you ?
I am Chitragupt*, I have come from heaven. I came to write what you just did. People think they can hide their sins and nobody can find out, but they forget that nothing is hidden from God.
Your Deeds decide your destiny!! , he said as he vanished….
Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt #155 - "I come from..."