Midnight River..

He was the last man except me who was alive. I befriended him in the river bank. That night we killed a tortoise, put it in fire & ate like an ape. I knew those men will come back to hunt him down. So i packed his stuff & told him to leave that place. He denied. I forced him. When he agreed his eyes were flooding with pain. The imminent threat of crossing the river pulled him down into grief. Alas ! There was no other way. The mid night moon was shining in full flame & its reflection upon the river was a  visual treat. As he looked beyond the river the dark mangrove trees were all he could see. He stood near the river bank for a moment, absorbed the prevailing silence around the atmosphere & jumped into the river. I was on the bank gazing my attention upon him crossing the river. 2 minutes gone. Then nothing was visible. I looked again into the water & all I could see was blood red liquid spiralling down like a tornado.