Short Story: Rage
This story was one of the finalists in our recent fiction contest
Kesavan was walking down the hot tarred road behind Nair, his bare feet burning and a vile rage rising within. Nair was drunk, as usual. Moreover, Kesavan was upset that Nair hadn’t shared even a drop of toddy with him today. He had waited patiently outside the mud and thatch toddy shop in the shade of the large tamarind tree for ages. Finally, Nair had staggered out with barely a glance towards him and a slurred shout to follow him.
Now suddenly the rage welled and overflowed as he lunged at Nair, wrapping his powerful trunk around the frail drunk body.