She stood there by the long candle. The hood covered her pale bony face well. Only the flicker of the candle light dimly gave away her features. She took a deep puff of the dope to ease the tension in her aching nerves. Living an anonymous life was not easy.
The hotel singer job in this doper’s town was enough for her to sustain but the drummer had started hitting on her. Affairs made people imprudent.
The drummer was inquisitive. First he would want her body and then probe into her mind.
She had to eradicate present to live in future. She could take his sticks and be a drummer somewhere else. Yes, she needed the sticks. The drummer had to go.


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