Lurid Illusions
Her eyes - inert, body - heedful. She is streaming down the parking lot looking for her car, unaware of where she is. With an ample, white bag at hand, abundant with supplies, she is on her way. Jacob is asleep and unaware. Jacob's family - oblivious. She leaves the aphotic lot, speeding out. It is desolate and silentious out, without a body in sight. She keeps going. On her way. Just minutes left, and Jacob, peacefully in bed, lies asleep. The chill begins to bite her frail fingers, but she remains unconscious. On her way. A red light forces her to come to an abrupt stop and an engraved ring, given to her by Jacob, hits the window with a sharp zing. Jacob, wakes up for a moment in thirst. He notices a picture of her by his bed and smiles in realization it's their first anniversary. The light turns green and she proceeds through a harmonious, quiescent neighbourhood, in her last moments of innocence. Her lurid illusions guide her out of the car and into his house. The bag with her. She strides past the empty kitchen, with Jacob's glass, half-empty, still on the table. In a leisurely manner, she pulls it out of the bag and up the stairs she advances. His mother, in belief that she will be having lunch with her son tomorrow, blissfully rests. The creaking door of his bedroom is opened and Jacob awakes, pleasantly surprised by her presence. She remains standing, motionless. Silence is heard. She finally makes a move, revealing the knife. Without a word, she thrusts it through him. Once, twice, three times, stabbing him over and over, blood seeping through his wounds, forming a puddle around him. With her hands drenched in his blood, she awakes. To be cont'd..