The rule of the non-existing- A short story.

She was in her bedroom, all her things were scattered on the floor. The window on the opposite wall was open. The locker inside the wardrobe was broken and all the money was gone. A hammer was lying outside the window. She took it. There was no inscrutability about the situation, she was robbed. The previous night she foreshadowed such a happening but she ignored it.

She went looking for the person who stole her money. She ran through the streets carrying a pugnacious attitude. The night was dark and silent. There was a sound playing in the background like a dirge. She thought that she saw someone going inside a house rushing. She thought that it was the thief. She entered the house and found no one. She entered the bedroom. The wardrobe was open. She saw a locker inside the wardrobe and broke it by using the hammer.

As she broke the locker, she found money. She faltered at first, but eventually, she took that money. She needed that money badly because she was robbed and she was scared of how her husband would react towards her negligent behavior. She heard someone on the door and so she rushed with the money opened the window and ran away.

She reached her house and kept the money inside the locker. She locked it.

There were two rooms in her house, each having a window and a wardrobe with a locker. A dog lived outside her house, whom she feared as the thief every time she heard a noise. And in that fear, she used to take her own money from the first room, run through the streets to enter her own house and put that money in the second room. And again when she would go into the first room she would forget about the money in the second room because of her fear and she would think that she was robbed and in search of the thief she would again come back to her own house after running through the streets and find that money in that second room which she would take and put it again in the first room. And then the dog outside her house will move again and she would fear that there is a thief. This happened every night.

It is weird how a non-existing fear can rule over you like a despot.