The sun was setting below the horizon, the heavens stained with a shade of crimson and the twilight moon waning in the distance. A biting gust blew across the town of Dhanushkodi as a storm started to brew. The market was set ablaze by the swarm of mindless people set about on their daily business, the dust being catapulted off the floor by hectic feet and scrambling bodies. Yet Arthur felt strangely complacent, completely at ease amongst the pandemonium of the streets. The doctor said he had only weeks to live, his skin was turning a tinge of blue and he could already feel his life being drained out of him. Hidden behind the chaos was a hut, cloaked in cloth and withstanding the full wrath of the elements.
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Should you attempt to refine yours, then it will come out twisted and distorted. Heed this warning, and if you are wise, you shall fling the paw into the fire right away. Arthur glanced at the roaring, cackling fire, his eyes settling upon the flames that danced and twirled eagerly, like a siren waiting to lure its prey. Arthur laughed – something he had not done since he had learned of his diagnosis, a year ago – his mind flicking through the endless dreams that would come true.
“Why should I give up my dreams? Why should I chuck away this paw and relinquish my life in a smothering fire? I am a soldier, I’ve fought bravely and valiantly, I do not deserve to die and I shall not!”
The enigmatic man shook his head very slowly and walked out of the room. The eerie loneliness crept onto Arthur’s shoulders and the warmth of the fire seemed to die away. The candles flickered and Arthur was left, deserted, amongst the grim fumes, the silencing emptiness, the dark isolation and what he thought was his salvation. Arthur ambled through the market and back home. It was late at night, the stars were already clear in the sky, and both Arthur’s wife and child were both fast asleep. Sitting himself on his grandfather’s chair, Arthur took out the monkey’s paw and eyed his treasure curiously. Its five, furry, grotesque fingers seemed to be alive, twitching abnormally and
Arthur, curiosity overwhelming …show more content…
Should you attempt to refine yours, then it will come out twisted and distorted. Heed this warning, and if you are wise, you shall fling the paw into the fire right away. Arthur glanced at the roaring, cackling fire, his eyes settling upon the flames that danced and twirled eagerly, like a siren waiting to lure its prey. Arthur laughed – something he had not done since he had learned of his diagnosis, a year ago – his mind flicking through the endless dreams that would come true.
“Why should I give up my dreams? Why should I chuck away this paw and relinquish my life in a smothering fire? I am a soldier, I’ve fought bravely and valiantly, I do not deserve to die and I shall not!”
The enigmatic man shook his head very slowly and walked out of the room. The eerie loneliness crept onto Arthur’s shoulders and the warmth of the fire seemed to die away. The candles flickered and Arthur was left, deserted, amongst the grim fumes, the silencing emptiness, the dark isolation and what he thought was his salvation. Arthur ambled through the market and back home. It was late at night, the stars were already clear in the sky, and both Arthur’s wife and child were both fast asleep. Sitting himself on his grandfather’s chair, Arthur took out the monkey’s paw and eyed his treasure curiously. Its five, furry, grotesque fingers seemed to be alive, twitching abnormally and