‘I will save him.’
Gurri looked at his wife. They were in the supermarket, aisle seven. He was having a hard time keeping his hands in his pockets. The sweet delights on the shelves were begging him to take them home. Glazed donuts and chocolate chip cookies were his favorite.
Natasha had been quieter than usual. So her sudden statement surprised him. But her words were familiar. Whenever the depressed woman saw a teenage boy, she wanted to become his savior. A mother who could guide, love, and reprimand.
Gurri knew it wasn’t random bizarreness. The reason was their dead son. The boy who hadn’t lived to see his seventeenth birthday. He had died in a freak accident, run over by a car whose front tyre had burst. The driver had lost control.
Natasha had never been the same after that. She had blamed him, herself, and the world but nothing came of it. Life didn’t stop. They had to move on. Gurri reached for a box of chewy choco-chips. He would need the sugary comfort when they reached home.
He turned and saw Natasha standing behind the boy she wanted ‘to save’. The teenager had no idea of the woman who stood so close to him. The blaring music filtering from his headphones was the obvious reason.
Gurri wouldn’t let Natasha make a fool of herself. He would protect her.
But the woman was adamant. She needed to speak to the boy. It was her duty to warn him. Death could be lurking just around the corner.
So Gurri witnessed Natasha’s desperate speech and the boy’s apparent bewilderment. Neither could hide their true emotions. And the boy was soon rushing towards the exit, his eyes wide and his mouth hurling expletives. He would probably tell his friends about the crazy woman at the supermarket.
Natasha slumped to her knees. Gurri wished he could console her.
But there would be more opportunities.
The woman would not rest till she had saved every teenager.
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