Hollow part 51 Jan23
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Hollow part 51

  1. I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
  2. I’M NOT A WRITER.
  3. IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW.

 

 

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Are you really think that you are a master of your fate? What would you say, if I told you that you were wrong.

Akim, no longer young, but still good looking, rich man bought a new technology (machine that can cut many trees). He didn’t know that this simple decision not only will have an impact on his own life, but also change life of many others. There is also a girl. The girl, who want to discover who she really is and what is her role in this mess.

 

Using falsified documents, confirming her employment in cultural institution she went inside. There she took off hat, fixed her hair, fastening some unruly curls, then she looked at thin watch. 40 minutes. She had 40 minutes to the Prime Minister arrival. She decided she will look around. The chef of government had to see exhibition in rooms 1, 2 and 3 where started gathering guests. All were wearing sashes in colour of national flag. From room 4 she moved to room number 5 and her eyes rested on a tall, formidable frame, standing back to the entrance. In contrast to other guest his clothes were more casual and she didn’t notice sash. Probably he was locked here.

 

“Gallery is closed.”

 

But the man say anything. He even didn’t turn as if he pretended that she was an air. His eyes were fixed on a painting, hanging in front of him.

 

“Gallery is closed.” She repeated, standing next to him. She raised her brown eyes and looked at the canvas. She felt unexpected cold. Her whole body shuddered. Two bodies- knight and bishop, were eaten by worms. Over them hovered a hand, holding scale.

 

“Memento mori….” She heard deep, male voice. Suddenly the man moved his glance from painting to her and looked at her down and up, laying his blue eyes on a badge.

 

“Still Miss.” He muttered.

 

She arched left eyebrow.

 

“It’s really your true name Miss?”

 

The right eyebrow also lifted.

 

“Never mind. Could you tell me something about this painting?”

 

“Tomorrow.”

 

“Tomorrow? I’m here today.” He said irritated.

 

“Gallery is closed.”

 

He looked at her.

 

“Who did it?”

 

“Did what?”

 

“Who made you so cold towards man? Please let me know and I will drag him to the altar.”

 

She sent him her coldest glance.

 

“Good heaven, your eyes could kill!”

 

“Mister, I’d like you to go.” She drawled.

 

The man crossed his arms and his lips pouted in unpleasant smile.

 

“It’s impossible.”

 

She gave him quizzical look.

 

“I have permission, please.” He said, giving her paper. Then he put his hands in his pockets and with waggish smile waited for her reaction.

 

“Real…” She whispered, raising her head.

 

“And what you expected?”

 

She promised herself. If one bullet kept, she will put it into his arrogant face. Suddenly she heard voices. She looked at the clock. It’s time. She turned, ready to leave this room, when man grabbed her arm.

 

“Wait a minute! I’m a guest here.”

 

“In that case I will leave you in peace.” She spoke through clenched teeth.

 

“I have to be here alone?!”

 

She nodded.

 

“Never.”

 

“I must return to my duty.” She lied.

 

He looked around an empty room.

 

“I don’t see your duty.”

 

She tried to take his hand off, but he was strong.

 

His eyes rested on her glove.

 

“What is that for?”

 

“Do you have problem with that Mister?”

 

His eyes narrowed.

 

“You are rude.”

 

“And you pushy.”

 

“I demand what’s rightfully mine. Moreover, good girl don’t look into man’s eyes.”

 

They stood very close. Suddenly he leaned over.

 

‘What are you doing?” She asked.

 

“I’m looking at your hair.”

 

“Have you problem with them too?” She hissed.

 

‘I’m curious how you would look like red-haired.”

 

“I thought you came here to look at paintings?”

 

“No.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“No. Red-haired women are passionate and you…well I feel a little cold chill. I have to wear my coat. Bring it!”

 

“If you let me go.” He looked at her with curiosity.

 

“Maybe not…” He tilted his head gently aside. “If I get a good look at you, you are quite tolerable.”

 

“And you old.”

 

He smiled.

 

“I take it back. You have temper, but I don’t chasing after snotty. Get my coat!”

 

They sized each other, when suddenly there was a shot.