Shisshapone!!

hey long time no see

you too. I nodded. The unrecognisable friend and i were standing in church. Noisy surroudings, loud music, the usual, save the swirly blue and white lights floating peacefully like galaxies over our heads. Yet admist the passionate worshippers of God, we could hear each other's words perfectly. S/he said slowly, each word clearer and more transparent than the lights above us--- "Heard you've been in prison?"

 

"Yes."

 

"How long?" There was no jeer, pity, any emotion in his/her words; i knew i was staring into the calm peaceful face of truth, or a ghost that knows my story.

 

"One year. And four months."  

 

We fell silent and ebbed away into time. I found myself walking out into a dark passage once more, the exit of the church dwellings. "The church is as it was a few years ago," i thought "superficial and full of fake people." I walked into an old HDB flat. I knew my secret mission tonight. An act of violence, one totally immoral in the eyes of the public. But yet i understood. I was calm as i scale the stairs.

 

But a few flights, and i found the spot. There was a strange, dirty woman squatting in a corner, with a few plastic bags strewn around. She looked up at me, and i saw fear and hatred. She wants to kill me, or at least bade me leave immediately, because i know her secret. In one of her plastic bags, the white one, maybe, there was her dead baby whom she was only to cut into pieces and annihilate tonight.

 

"I am here to help you." I simply said. The dead baby must be destroyed. It's existence was no fault of hers (rape or some other reason i knew but needed no explaining in the dream).

 

We seemed to understand each other. I joined her in the dank dimly lit corner. I picked up a transparent plastic bag, yet did not open. She held this gigantic chopper in her hand, and then i heard this sound. Very quick. And then a rectangular piece of her dead baby was separated from the whole.

 

"What are you doing? This goes in there." She ordered. I must have been not paying close attention to the obscure process we were going through.

 

I opened the transparent bag, and took out a tiny, empty lung, translucent with all the blood vessels imprinting on the organ. The piece of baby was to be embalmed inside this thing.

 

And then for some strange reason the blue uniformed police arrived, and we sprinted, and as he was about to catch me i realised it was a dream, and i went to prison for a year and four months for my crime, and i woke up, was strangely undisturbed and wondered the chronological order of things.