Short+Story

= Short Story  =

By: Karan M.
The afternoon was hot, and so was the railway carriage. The next stop was Templeboom, nearly an hour ahead. The old lady opposite was fast asleep and I wondered whether she missed her stop. But I didn’t dare wake her. After an hour we reached Templeboom and that old woman was snoring away. So I thought once in a while it’s good to help0 a person, I mean what’s the worst thing that can happen? When I went to her I woke her hoping that she doesn’t get a shock and die. When she woke up she woke up her eyes were looking dangerous as if she was going to kill me. The old lady said, “What do you want? Were you trying to kill me or rob me?” Then she started to hit me like mad!!! Yelling “Thief! Thief! Thief! Call the cops! I said “Please stop, I’m not trying to rob you or kill you, I wanted to ask you if this is your stop.” Finally she spared me and said “Sorry about that, ever since I have moved to New York, I can’t trust anyone because people try to rob me or take advantage of me.” “Anyways this is not my stop my stop is at Kiama which is two more hours from here.” Said the old lady.