NAPOLEON'S ROD

"will you".... was his first question. a deep breath my ribs got stack to it's niche my eyes glued at his dusty mask his whiskers peeping at my innocent face from the underneath of his dark leopard Taliban scurf "I repeat, where's the drawer"...he added my heart grew bold but weaker in muscles my fingers shaking like a Lily flower dancing to the desert winds "There ,...I pointed has the hollow-iron rod kept freezing cold on my forehead "There or here".... I got confused , I kept sweeping my whole hand around the room "There , There , There "...... Five seconds later , I got a sample of hell echoes of a roaring mustang engine hit the wall.. "No! save my soul"....I cried in a rthym of a paino " I said there "....wipe of the rubbish and hook the top dip your hand and it will open he warned, "trap me and I will blow off your brain" Five steps from me , I fainted The next planet was waking up lonely like a dead body in a tomb.