Saturday, January 23, 2021

Peiskos: A Short Story



(A fireplace study. My first attempt. I always wanted to paint a fireplace. Not very happy with this but I painted it for this story. Acrylics on canvas)


It's a little cottage style house, situated in a sleepy town. There are two large abstract paintings hanging on lemon yellow walls.


I arrived to live in this quaint town some five months ago. The beautiful, hilly vista took my breath away. I couldn't believe I would be actually living here.


My life in the city had turned out to be a nightmare because of that stupid stalker. Not just stupid, obsessive and kind of dangerous. I changed my number thrice because of his intimidating messages. Like the person was tracking my activities. And then, one day, I received a disconcerting letter with strange red fingerprints, which the stalker delivered himself. I was too unnerved to contact the police but Shreya, one of my colleagues insisted, so I did. I changed my number again. After two days, I received a message. 'You shouldn't have done that.' 


It was time to leave the place. 


The sound coming from the kitchen breaks the train of my thought. A delicious aroma wafts out from the kitchen. 'I make nice coffee,' Mr. Ajinkya, the owner of this place said, smiling.

There was a problem in my last residence and the landlord asked to vacate the place. It was okay, as I found this lovely, cozy place, suggested by the only person I befriended here. I just signed the rent contract. 

I look out of the wall sized window. It has started to snow. But I am feeling warm and pleasant, thanks to the glowing fireplace. I suddenly remember a unique word. 'Peiskos': the feeling you get when you sit in front of a fireplace and enjoy its warmth. At this point of time, my life feels like a Peiskos. 

I get up and walk towards an artistic bookshelf and a bit disorganized desk, placed in the far corner.

I lift my hand to pick a book when something attracts my attention and I skip a beat. Amidst badly arranged papers and diaries, there's an old folded paper. It's not the paper that attracted me, it's the words written over it. I pull it, even though it feels like I'm tampering someone's privacy. I can feel my hands trembling and heart thundering as I read the texts.

'...it makes me feel like I am with you. When you'll touch it, it would feel like...'


'Hey.' I jerk my head to find him placing the tray on the table. He is looking at me and then his gaze slips towards my hand, holding that page. 


I look at him. A vision flashes in front of my eyes. The chime of my doorbell. An envelope at my doorstep. And a tall figure in a hoodie scurrying down the stairs…

And the letter: 'These fingerprints are mine. Sending along with my thoughts. It makes me feel like I am with you. When you'll touch it, it would feel like you're touching me…'

He's still looking at me. The coffee getting cold at the table. The snowfall almost blanketing the views outside. The fire of the fireplace glowing in his eyes. He's still smiling. 'What happened?' he says as he walks towards me. 

'Something is missing, right?' He's uncomfortably close now, as his left hand fumbles on the table.  He takes the letter from my hands. 'You shouldn't have done that,' he says and presses his fingers on it, leaving the red imprint on the letter. 


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20 comments:

  1. You have painted a beautiful picture and the short story is exciting and well written!!!
    Greetings Elke

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    1. Hello Elke. Thank you so much for your kind words. And thank you for reading the story.:)

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  2. Your fireplace is lovely. Have a good weekend. Thanks for dropping by my blog to view my art.

    Much💖love

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  3. Wow you did a fantastic job on this fireplace and the fire. Love the story too. Have a great day.

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    1. Thank you very much! Means a lot. And thank you for reading my story. Glad you liked it. 😊

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  4. Love your fireplace and that fire is perfect! What a fun story! THank you for visiting my blog!

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    1. Thank you so much, Jean. Means a lot. So glad you liked the story. Thanks for reading. :)

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  5. Your fireplace looks great...so creative to write a story to go with it too.
    Well done.

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  6. Good story and goes well with your lovely fireplace.

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    1. Thank you so much, Christine. I'm glad you liked my story. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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  7. It's a great fireplace and I loved your story.

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  8. I can feel the warmth of your lovely fireplace. happy PPF!

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  9. I think you did great with the fire. It is beautiful and warm. :)
    I have to admit, I don´t understand the story. Maybe because I am Swedish.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words.
      And that's okay. :)

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  10. I read the comments in order to understand the story better. Now I know that not only the Swedish but even an Indian like me may not understand certain things. :)

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    1. I'm sorry that my writing didn't make sense to you.

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