Opposite to what may seem,Reggie announced his cognitive yet a fragile venture as a columnist for a local newspaper. Living on the edge, he was quite used to the over optimistic fellows bragging about a budding freelancer.
“Spell it out Steve, won’t he flip the coin first??”
Jacob had been insisting his childhood friend,Steve, to free him off a tie-up with a singing studio. Jacob stood by his life long dream of being a playback.
Reggie,being in the infotainment industry had aided financially in lining Jacob up for a hyped debt.
“Now all you have is a record breaking label by your side and a platinum hit storming the streets of New Jersey.”
Steve took a dig at Jacob, for all his inaccurate pattern had taken a blow..
“Oh ! That ought to be an apparent/ baseless future in the making. Come on Steve! There’s got to be some way to pull me out of this whirlwind.”
Well multiplying the scenarios(possible verbal catch up), it seemed quite a task to come up with a different plan.
Engine revved up and the two headed up at the end of the street in Ziegler’s Bay.
“Hey pal! Where have you been??”
Reggie was not at all amazed at this sudden visit but managed to pretend he bothered about them.
“Nothing, just came to see if those contracts are full or still vacant for a compiler.”
Jacob was there for his vengeance with Steve completely unaware of the plan. He had it in his mind and wanted to seek it out by framing him.
Reggie had been in the Editorial for over a decade now. Quite infamous as a satirical writer bringing up trafficking and monetary frauds in his column.
Once the Chief Editor had been off due to an ailment where he came in as a standby chief only to become the “Versatile Columnist of the year” for the third time in a row. Took up the chair eventually.
When in college he came up with a lustrous plan to frame a budding artist for a debt collector and eeke out the money to scale up his chances of getting into the big scene with some money.
Eventually he did manage to trick Jacob into signing a contract which found him liable for $20000 with a stack of 13%.
Innocent,docile Jacob fell in this trap for his desire to be a playback Singer never faded when he had won three consecutive awards at a TV show. He was struggling to get some incentives for launching his own label after a stunning display at the “Brackan Show”.
“Hand me the papers, Anna. Will you?”
Have some of it Jacob, it’s been long since we had a beer..
“Even a supper would be good..”,said Reggie.
“Yeah have it now and steal the moon for the better, eh!”, Reggie was down after his late evening bash, yet was fully aware of Jacob and his frivolities playing on in his mind.
Steve chuckled and hinted Jacob at handing him his résumé. He did so and found himself startled at Reggie’s reaction.
“Well, Jacob! You seem to be getting a tough pill these days I guess.. this is legendary stuff, Man!”.
“Absolutely humbled, but what enticed you this much.? it’s just a résumé with few souvenirs from college.”
“Definitely Jacob, I read and loved it. Well Tuesday, it’d be good you drop in here at 9:30 sharp. You’re in.”-said Reggie with an ostensible smile.
Jacob went out in ecstasy only to find out shattered panes cluttered all across the floor.
Jacob searched Steve for an escape route only in vain. A screeching sound jammed his ears when suddenly he was agape when a loud thud on the head made him out of senses. Still searching for Steve, he found a hand reaching his hands. It handed him another smear down his shoulder. He was being beaten to death all out of bewilderment. A sudden upsurge brought Jacob back to senses..
A bullet breached the silence and pierced just below his left collar bone.
Falling eyes brought to a sudden cease when he saw Steve rolling the gun in his index. Life was edging away and the knees dropped with blood dripping on the wooden hallway.
“What exactly transpired which prompted his friend to take his life?”
Except it was Reggie who forced the whirlwind and Steve was livid at this sin he just forced to happen.
Agape when Jacob took his last breath he could feel Steve being laid back lamenting.
Reggie had managed to flee the scene with a lumpsum when the cops cuffed Steve up.
“Broken souls have a way out – either find the way or kill the demons in the way.” – The Jersey Journal.
An effort to sue up your minds with a mindless fiction which underlines a simple theme of amaze and vague reality.