I saw something arise from the freshwater pond nearby. The silhouette of a beautiful woman. Why did I think so? I didn’t know. I walked towards the pond to see it for myself.
She was beautiful. It felt as though she was sprinkled with moonlight as she emerged out of the water with the water sparkling because of her naked fair skin. She was as close to perfect as a woman could get. I wanted to walk towards her, speak to her, maybe ask her name and who knows where it could lead?
But no, I froze. Because she’d seen me. Surprisingly, she wasn’t shy. She looked at me and I looked back at her. Her eyes felt almost misty, or probably it was because of the mist surrounding the pond. It felt like she looked right through me, like she knew me for ages, like she knew all my darkest deepest secrets that I harbour.
Probably that was the reason I fell in love with her
I was paralyzed by her gaze. It was alright. I just wanted to stand there and bask at the beauty she was radiating. Could it get any better?
She giggled with her dazzling white teeth. It sent me into a frizz. But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to go close to her, touch her, and feel the warmth she was generating. That warmth made me feel real good during this hilly night.
She looked new. No, she definitely wasn’t from here. Or maybe I was new. This was a new place. Someplace I’d never been before. I looked like a pig from the sty, she looked like she came from somewhere in the stars. It was magical. I suddenly found myself walking towards her. In a few moments, I was face-to-face with her as she smiled upon me.
I said to her, “I want to be with you.”
To which she said, “Then you have to walk to the other side.”
I woke up. As I walked to the kitchen to make some coffee, I passed the door that hadn’t been open in 2 weeks. I knew what I had to do. I knew what was behind that door.
I opened the door, dreading something horrible. But it was exactly as I had left it. I had closed the windows. There was no way ventilation in the room. A stale smell was spread across the room. It didn’t bother me.
I saw the still, dead bodies of my wife and son as they lay side by side as if they’re sleeping with content. I saw the knife I had lodged inside my wife’s neck. She had died instantly. My son had quietly but slowly died from the poison I had administered from the dinner served the night before I killed them.
I grabbed the knife and struck it into my stomach. It hurt severely but I closed my mouth so that nobody would hear my screams. As my body was going numb, I went and laid beside my wife, who even in death, looked stunning. I slowly closed my eyes and waited to take the last train to glory.
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