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THE BLANK CHEQUE #yqbaba #shortstory #theblankcheq

THE BLANK CHEQUE #yqbaba #shortstory #theblankcheque #chitstory The crossed cheque was cross. It was stuck with other unused cheques in an almost ancient cheque book. It felt nauseated. It wanted to throw away the other chq pages and walk out. But it was stuck badly, like its owner in a dilapidated home. Mr amish, the owner of the cheque, was dumped in a crumbling home by his sons. They literally threw him out of his sprawling bunglow when he was doubling up in arthritic pain. Amish was an 87 year old man who could barely move due to age related ailments. His three sons fraudulently transferred almost all of his properties, bank balance and left him at this shack with only a bottle of water, bread and some change of clothes. He was here for two whole days surviving on bread, sleeping most of the time. Late evening, on the second day, he heard a barking sound and felt something licking him. Oh! A dog? He loved dogs and when the dog licked his eyes, he managed to open them. A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes as he watched the dog. Soon, a figure appeared from behind. It was a little boy. The boy peered at an unkempt anish and smiled. Anish somehow managed to sit up. His clothes were soiled with urine. The boy seemed unconcerned and was jabbering. Anish wished he had some chocolates to offer the child. His hands involuntarily went to his pocket and touched a tiny book. Oh! It was his old cheque book. He was grateful to his children for leaving him with his glasses and not snatching the chq book. Maybe they had forgotten to check his pockets. He opened the yellowing chq book. There were seven torn cheques. One crossed chq had managed to stay in shape. The boy was now playing with the dog. Anish motioned him to come closer and asked him if he had a pen. The boy told the dog to get a pen. The trained dog miraculously went out and in just three minutes brought a broken pen from somewhere outside. The pen was in working condition. The lone healthy cheque was now feeling pleased. It sensed that it was going to be released. It was at last freed from a claustrophobic book and kissed by a pen. Anish, with shaking fingers, managed to haphazardly sign the cheque and hand it over the boy but before he could say something, anish collapsed. The little boy tried waking him up. There was no response. The happy cheque was lying in hands that knew nothing about homes. The dog was barking. The little urchin dropped the cheque, took the dog and walked away. An inert anish was left alone again. The sad cheque was blown by the wind and lay some distance away, torn and covered with dust.
THE BLANK CHEQUE #yqbaba #shortstory #theblankcheque #chitstory The crossed cheque was cross. It was stuck with other unused cheques in an almost ancient cheque book. It felt nauseated. It wanted to throw away the other chq pages and walk out. But it was stuck badly, like its owner in a dilapidated home. Mr amish, the owner of the cheque, was dumped in a crumbling home by his sons. They literally threw him out of his sprawling bunglow when he was doubling up in arthritic pain. Amish was an 87 year old man who could barely move due to age related ailments. His three sons fraudulently transferred almost all of his properties, bank balance and left him at this shack with only a bottle of water, bread and some change of clothes. He was here for two whole days surviving on bread, sleeping most of the time. Late evening, on the second day, he heard a barking sound and felt something licking him. Oh! A dog? He loved dogs and when the dog licked his eyes, he managed to open them. A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes as he watched the dog. Soon, a figure appeared from behind. It was a little boy. The boy peered at an unkempt anish and smiled. Anish somehow managed to sit up. His clothes were soiled with urine. The boy seemed unconcerned and was jabbering. Anish wished he had some chocolates to offer the child. His hands involuntarily went to his pocket and touched a tiny book. Oh! It was his old cheque book. He was grateful to his children for leaving him with his glasses and not snatching the chq book. Maybe they had forgotten to check his pockets. He opened the yellowing chq book. There were seven torn cheques. One crossed chq had managed to stay in shape. The boy was now playing with the dog. Anish motioned him to come closer and asked him if he had a pen. The boy told the dog to get a pen. The trained dog miraculously went out and in just three minutes brought a broken pen from somewhere outside. The pen was in working condition. The lone healthy cheque was now feeling pleased. It sensed that it was going to be released. It was at last freed from a claustrophobic book and kissed by a pen. Anish, with shaking fingers, managed to haphazardly sign the cheque and hand it over the boy but before he could say something, anish collapsed. The little boy tried waking him up. There was no response. The happy cheque was lying in hands that knew nothing about homes. The dog was barking. The little urchin dropped the cheque, took the dog and walked away. An inert anish was left alone again. The sad cheque was blown by the wind and lay some distance away, torn and covered with dust.
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