Adapted from my friend, Terence Szeto:
The Sarasnathan
The glint in his knife reflected that in his eyes. I could see it, so distinctly, so menacingly. He inched towards his victim, and with each step he took great diabolical pleasure. With that morbid interest he swung the knife back and forth, as if to test its potency. I stood there transfixed, helpless as he had the weapon in his hand.I could have stopped him, but no... I was stuck to the ground... there was nothing I could do but watch him. And his victim. He smiled, that ever malicious smile, and I stared on in horror when he finally reached within striking distance of his victim. He raised the knife, the glint momentarily struck fear into the inner sanctum of my heart. The victim... was all I could think about.
With one swift motion, he brought the knife down mercilessly into the victim.
The apple was cut into half.
I could not take it. I released my dam of tears... that flooded my face. My heart sank and I went into a frenzy.
"But I only wanted to make orange juice!!!! Why must you cut the apple??? Why???!!!" I cried out loud.
Now he turned around. He looked at me, the same malicious look that he had earlier, that had transfixed me. And he walked towards me... knife pointing towards me as well. What could I do? Now it was my turn... I was afraid, and very much so. I only wanted orange juice. He had cut the apple. The apple, a fruit, a red one that can be held in your hand without harm or poison. And he had cut it. Now he turned to me. My hands became clammy and my face turned pale. Every step he took towards me resonated through my heart, the reveberation of fear. Then he was just in front of me. I stood there, breathless, not daring to look directly to him.
"Here you go, the knife. Go cut the orange."
So I went to cut the orange. And I made orange juice. As the machine blended profusely, my sweat also came out profusely. With fear in my heart, I wondered. What if... I dare not think of the consequences. But it just washed into my mind. The thought of it sent shudders down my spine. I was feeling so cold, so disturbed by the thought, time passed seemingly so slow at that time. And then... the blender whirled to a halt. Not daring to look at the blender, I lifted its lid. The same scary thought once more washed into my mind, overwhelming all other thoughts as my clammy hands inevitably dropped the lid. I wondered.
What if the juice was not orange colour?
And I peered in. To my relief, the juice was blue in colour.
"nothing ever STAYS, the same."
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anderson jc