CHAPTER 10 STORY 8

"Accomplish you work around here?" The Guy asked to the Driver.

"Indeed." The driver proceeded: "I was stuck late in the workplace today. You can comprehend."

"Actually no, not actually."

Again there was quiet.

The syndicated program on radio went on as they traveled not many kilometers through wind and downpour. The person was simply gazing at the street entire time.

"No music?" He asked to the driver unexpectedly.

"What?"

"Is there no music we could pay attention to?"

"I - I am very little into music. I love syndicated programs."

The person gazed him for few moments and then, at that point, talked.:

"I like paying attention to the music. It quiets me down."

The driver didn't say anything. After some time,There was a news coming on radio. the journalist attempted to stay proficient as she read that declaration.

"We are getting reports that A man has quite recently gotten away from Psychiatric office. He said to be a mental case and have history of doing many killings.

The Guy immediately put finger on button and changed the channel. Popular music began playing.

The driver gazed at the person without saying a word. peculiar man.

"I can't stand the news. It's so discouraging, It cuts me down. There will never be a decent news,right?" The person said. He grinned awekwardly. The driver talked nothing.

"Relax. I'm likely not the executioner." The person said as He saw driver's unfortunate articulation.

"No?" said the driver. "When it's all said and done, No, ofcourse you are not."

They drove on,listening to horrible popular music. The downpour was heavier at this point.

"How would you help living?" Asked the driver.

The person hushed up for few seconds then, at that point, said: "I'm a Writer."

"Truly? Intresting, Have you had any books previously distributed?"

"No, at this point I am unseen craftsman."

"I'm certain you will make it. good luck for your most memorable book. Could it be said that you are dealing with it?"

"Ya, A book.."

"About..?"

"It's about a fierce psycho chronic executioner."

The driver talked nothing. He changed the radio broadcast back to news. He should revile himself for giving a ride to an outsider.

"Where could I at any point drop you?" the driver asked at last. The person didn't say anything. The driver looked towards that side. The person had his eyes shut. Possibly he waa resting or recently imagined that.

They droved nearly for 60 minutes. Strom was all the while going on. The person watched out of window, the driver drived cautiously peacefully.

One more announcement came on the radio....

"We are discovering definite information about the got away from individual. The executioner's name is 'Surya kumar'. He got away from shreeji mental Institute prior at night subsequent to killing a specialist and 2 safety officers. He is very hazardous and totally erratic. He got away from by changing his medical clinic uniform to a suit of one of the staff. He stoled a vehicle from that point and drove off."

The person turned towards the driver and inquired:

"What did you say your name was?"

"I go by Surya." Driver said.

The person was in shock. Surya chuckled.

The fog light of passing Car gleamed off the blade canvassed with blood in Surya's grasp and an as of now slitted throat of The Guy....

END.........