All of a sudden, he noticed a sword taking a full swing towards his neck. His eyes captured the motion and passed it on to his brain; poor brain shrunk in fear and refused to react to the signals that were instigated. Though his reflux to the reaction was slow, his involuntary reactions were swift.

The rate at which his eye balls protruded out was quite proportionate to the velocity of the sword. His eyelids almost hit his eyebrows, where his eyebrows ran as hard as possible to chase the wrinkles of his forehead, forgetting the fact that his wrinkles were attempting to touch the hair line. His hair stood on end jolted by the fear of death and blood ran until the tip of his hair.

His eyes were partly busy in captivating the sharpness, length and velocity of the sword, with a major part of his inner eyes snapping his happy family thinking it to be the last time. His chain of thoughts saw his dead body before his death, perhaps he was prepared to die as he utilised the fraction of time to go ahead to the future to check who is incharge of his family.

His mouth went waterless with his lips turning dry and tearing just  as the scales of a fish, nonetheless the terror came out of his nose through the pores in the form of sweat. His imagination rocketed far beyond illusion to picturise both hell and heaven in the same frame. He wished to go to Heaven; given the option he was bewildered, as he knew he was not the ultimate deciding authority there. He swifted back from future to past to check his moral and immoral achievements in a curiosity to guess his judgment, perhaps it was too late and he went clueless as the sword slipped out of his vision.

When he closed his eyes, he believed the time has come and he will be done. He opened his eyes to realise that he had another chance to breathe the fresh air, no matter how polluted it was, he found it fresh. A fraction of jiff made him realise the essence of his life. The swing of the sword ripped off a layer of his hair, as he bent backward triggered by the sway of the sword. Thanks to the involuntary reflux that priced a section of his hair for his life. He slipped death and turned around to escape. He eluded death, experienced fear of death; all set to evade anything, just to enjoy the rest until his last breath.

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