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                         KNIGHTMARE : A MOMENT OF EPIPHANY

She had had the bitterest argument with her boss. Her boss had swift and radical mood changes and niceties of language were never her strongpoint. And she was almost the same as her, character-wise. There was no turning backwards. Even she was amazed by the string of expletives she had let rip at her boss.

The writing was on the wall, she had to jump before she was pushed. She had resigned verbally there and then. All that was left, was to put it in writing.

This had been the fieriest of a series of heated confrontations. There was not going to be smoking of peace pipes, no rainbows, no doves, no fig or olives, no white flags, no nothing. Oh well, she knew she had a lovely war veteran husband whose muscular shoulder she could always lean on.

He was her knight in shining armour. Her soldier in camouflaged army fatigues.

He had lost his left arm in a roadside bomb in Kabul. He had not worked since leaving the army eight months ago. He kept to himself, and with just an arm still cooked up lovely surprises before she came back home from work at 20:30PM every weekday. She couldn’t have wished for a better husband.

She knew he will be happy to see her but how was he going to take the news that she was going to be temporarily unemployed? She decided not to tell him on the phone. She had to surprise him, albeit an unpleasant one.

                                                                                  THE SURPRISE

As she approached the house, she saw a car parked in front of her gates. She wondered which of his army mates had come to visit him. They were probably drinking and laughing their tails off.

As she came closer to the bedroom, she noticed that the sounds she was hearing were that of someone in pain. To be specific, it was a sound that sounded (get it?) like a cross between ecstasy and anguish. She started tip-toeing towards the door even before she realized what she was doing.

She opened the door.

TIED to the bed was her husband. His only arm was bound with ropes. The rest of the bedspread covered the lower side of his body; she couldn’t see his legs so she assumed they had been tied too. The Black Amazonian woman crouched over him had a whip in her hand. She too froze. She didn’t say a word which means she knew who Esi was. She knew the man underneath her sizeable haunches was married to the woman standing by the door. As Esi looked at them in silence, she could still hear exaggerated obscene noises. Then her husband whispered something. That was when the noises ceased.

Then, a second woman appeared from under the covers. Saliva flecked at her lips and she looked well dizzy. There was no mistaking what she had been doing under the sheets. For what seemed like an eternity, three pairs of eyes were fixed on Esi. The longest awkward silence she had ever felt. She was the first to react though.

She moved quickly to the chest of drawers. The top drawer was where Michael kept his loaded pistol. She had always been against it, but she never thought it will come in this handy. She slowly picked the .45 colt. She knew she could put a bullet each in all three of them easily and feel no remorse. She thought about doing it for a second.

Death really came in threes. Not the bodies that would lie before her if she squeezed the trigger three times, but she was thinking about her own three deaths; her joblessness, her shameless philanderer of a husband and her empty life.

She wondered if life was worth living. She raised the gun to her own head and fired a single shot. That was when she woke up in cold sweats. An alcohol-fuelled nightmare. Damn.