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The talker
The bar was crowded not as much as in it's heyday but crowded all the same. The walls were a memory of the times when it was the place to be, the adorning's were rich but now in a state of partial decay.
He entered the place and surveyed the surroundings for a victim.
Someone, anyone..who would listen to him talk. He was a talker, an impulsive talker..one who talked without reason or thought...just talked.
Especially in times of stress and today was one of those days.
His friends usually left him alone in moments such as this, they knew, he was beyond hope and in a bid to keep their sanity intact they would disappear. They did not mean him harm, they were not deserters...but they put their good before his.
So, he had steped out from his neighbourhood to find an innocent victim.
In the crowded bar...few tables were empty but he spied one with a solitary guy on it.
"Just perfect!" he told himself, surprised at his good luck.
His senses came alive, with alertness he moved towards the table. The man was in a sorry state, most probably drowning his sorrows..., he thought.
As he moved towards the table, the to-be victim looked up...his eyes were glazed and watering..were they tears, our man could not say.
"May I join you?" he asked the innocent chap. Without waiting for an answer..he seated himself.
Having made certain that his victim could not escape..the hunter smiled triumphantly.
He started making small talk and much to his surprise he found the man more then willing to talk..Soon they were engrossed in a conversation...each relating to the other...understanding each other. The killer instinct melted away, he was actually enjoying himself.
Suddenly he noticed, that he was hardly uttering a word...the conversation was being dominated by the so-called victim. The hunter had become the hunted.
He wanted to speak but he was not allowed to. The words flowed, fast and straight, without any stop or inkling of stopping in the near future.
He looked around in panic..at the bartender, who had a devious smile on his lips, and the people all around him, they all were smirking. Only now did he realise the trap had been laid and he was the victim. A spider caught in a fellow spider's web.
The words pounded his ears..his mind and his pysche. His love for talking started to slowly dwindle..he realised exactly what his friends were going through. He resolved to change. To change for the better. In so many years, he had never caught a glimpse of how the others viewed him. That day, the harsh reality dawned upon him...
To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant - Amos Bronson Alcolt
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