Gutting a Pig

He was gutting a swine in an auto rickshaw. “You stay in this locality brother?” The pig squealed, and its arteries climaxed on the surface of the knife. “No, I don’t want the problem of water shortage.” The driver’s soft voice fell silent. He looked at the severed head of the creature and waited patiently for a sales pitch. “It’s an industrial area sir; you won’t face load shedding.” The pig’s body shook violently, and prophets blinked in its dead gaze.

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Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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