1 Short Story: The Ring

The rain poured down heavily. The lightning flashed from the sky, followed by deafening thunder roars. I was on my way to my home, after a long day of work. I work as an engineer, which sometimes needs me to stay at the office for few extra hours in order to make my job done. That day was one of those days.

The car I drove was your normal Kancil (If you don't know, it's a famous affordable and cheap car in Malaysia.) as I believe being prudent is a good way of life. My mother often scold me for not changing my car model, thus resulting me of not having a girlfriend. I only nodded to her lecturers with my mind not in the presence. Well, what's important is the car does its job right? Not the model itself that is important.

As I absent mindlessly drove pass a village, I saw a man with quite the odd clothing standing the drainage. The odd feature of him was his clothing, which belongs to the 80s era.