In ten seconds

"They don't even know that I'm lying here, in the middle of a busy road. In fact, nobody does.

There have been many who had been in this very situation as I am, in the past. It is that time of the year. But most of those incidents were during the quiet nights when this part of the world is safely blanketed with cold darkness, thanks to the lack of lighting up all the roads which seems either unimportant or unnecessary for their governments.

But, this is happening in broad daylight, and there are super heavy machines, robots, speeders at least many hundreds or a few thousand times my own weight, suddenly appearing and vanishing from all directions.

Any minute now, I'll no longer be.

Alas, I can't scream for help either, for I've not learnt to commune with them in terms of words. Our communication is only by touches and kisses.

Oh, they care for me and would never let a harm fall on me. But nobody knows that I'm here, at the door of doom and staring right at it, waiting for it to open any time and suck me in.

Wait, there is one, coming this way on foot and not on a speeding robot. May be, I could seduce him a bit and make him attempt to save me, forgetting the safety of his own under my spell.

I could see his pace increase and the fall each of his foot step is changing its course and he is coming my way. What else could he do while under my spell. I've always been proud of my looks, charms and spells.

At last, I will be saved.

-- SKWEEECHHHHHH --

What luck! What fate!

Though the probability of being squashed by a three-rolling-wheeled robots is less than that by a four-rolling-wheeled ones, I now know possibilities could not simply be dismissed by greater probabilities.

Half deformed, splashing more than half of my yellow blood on the face of this black canvas of a road, my spell is broken and nobody, anymore would want to save or help me. I've lost everything, my beauty, pride, charm and will to attempt to live a little longer.

All I long for is for this to be over soon. This agony, to go away so that I feel no hope or pain anymore. But time is a cruel sadist. Slowing down and stretching each second to eternity, he rejoices in my pain as I lie here, silently bleeding on my way to another world. Like being controlled by the hidden hands of the time, all the robots seem to miss me now, though I'm an easier target now.

If my fate is to lay here, away from home, away from all pleasures I've enjoyed by allowing every passerby a good look at my skin and kindling their lustful thoughts of what lies beneath my skin, so be it. I would bleed all yellow until it clogs and I could not longer bleed and thus no longer die but rot away slowly. So be it.

I'm prepared to remain on this mute road that doesn't care to share the pain of the likes of me. I'm now helpless, hopeless but and at peace.

Though it feels like eternity, if there is a time-keeper, he would say hardly nine seconds would have passed since my charm was broken. May be..."



Epilogue: 

At the tenth second, probabilities joining hands with possibilities a six-rolling-wheeled speeding robot transporting humans squashed the rest of the mango and only the juicy yellow splashes remain to sing the song of its story, for a few more hours.

May it rest in pieces!