X whispering ..... something brewing in the pot

 Extract

Some days during OCT 2024, after a lapse of ‘blank creativity’, the urge of typing prompted the mind to rebuilt its function….

“Another of your sexual’ fantasy, Doctor?” The distinguished attendee interrupted the professor on his presentation. “Or your superego? I take your presumptions; if I may say that to describe your... theories are unfounded on factual evidence. I …...”

“From my own works and those collaborated by others, the personality of the person is a sequence of mental patterns; collective unconscious that are ingrained in them through memories and learnings. It is integrating to be a part of their self-realization.”

“I stand...” The professor intervened there.

“Clearly, you do hold a stand on your ego, but mine is based on research and factual evidence.” The doctor paused to clear his throat with the whopping, loud cough. He then blew his nose to the annoyance of some others. “Medically unproven. Like how a doctor will diagnose with...”

“I am a doctor...” The professor had to intervene rudely there.

And murders were common.

“I am aware there were concerns about the murder cases of recent weeks, but these are isolated occurrences; it was, but we will take precaution with more cobber to the patrols.” An assurance of the precinct leaders to the city.

“Sergeant, there are already a dozen in the last weeks.” The reporter of a popular journal had raised this during the briefing attended by the city’s concerned members. “We can read the crime rates are still as high with thieving and burglaries, but murders of these ladies...”

No one gets overly worried about the death of their father’s or brother’s than that of their mother’s or sister’s; it will streak across the printed papers like a storm.

“As mentioned, we will take the needed precautions. The dwellers of the city are also advised to stay off the streets to avoid any untoward incidents.” The statement of the sergeant was not taken as cautionary advice but as an insult then.

“Sergeant, I work till the later part of the evening. Are you telling me I shall go back earlier? Who will feed my family then?” The lady who sells the flowers to the kind gentlemen that strolls the streets in the evening bellowed. “My man, James Freddie; he is your pal too, is a bum at home and not even a good hump for my bum too.”

Tally Ho for now