My burnt fingers

The situation was tense. You could hear the leaves rustling outside, the faint honking of a truck horn, far away in the distance. I looked at my flatmate, and he looked at me. No words were needed, we both knew it was do or die. It was he and I, who had started on this journey, and we’ll finish it together too.  My other flatmate averted my look. He didn’t want me to see the fear in his eyes. He had joined in unwittingly, we had led him to beleive that it was easy. And he soon found himself embroiled in a battle he knew nothing of. The 4th flatmate was snoring in his bed, he wasn’t interested I presume. With a nod, I let go.  Read more