MADELINE
It was dark!
It was very dark. It seemed like a smoke arose from somewhere, from an essence,
consuming its owner. The air was aware of the stillness and stark smell of
blood in it. It was a lonely forlorn path despite the Beautiful greeneries that
gave a fresh smell of deadly life. The
night was saddest and the moon was brightest. Slowly, the cloud opened it
mouth, determined and hard like a runaway prisoner of war, the water mixed
furiously with the flow of blood that gushed out from the victim’s body. And lifting her beautiful
fingers closely to her nose, Madeline smelt his fresh blood, it stank of a
spiteful love. Then, the anger and pain were over and in came the guilt, so
powerful and tormenting, it would be a vainly attempt to detail the feelings
with words. It lacked the capacity. Restless, her eyes moved slowly to her
beautiful flowery gown, its beautiful colours illuminated the darkness of the
scene, Then it dawned on her that she was the Monster not the Man. Hers was a
love with pricks despite its strength, zeal and power not even Venus could put
the heart to use that way.
“NO!” she heard a voice screamed. She
didn’t know it was
hers.
‘Who’s there?’’ this time the voice shivered
helplessly. A scream of loss.
‘’Show yourself!” she screamed. The trees took the
moment out to bow. The voice had in it an authority, like a goddess in rage.
The voice echoed along the lonely path.
She had asked him to spend the evening with
her. ‘’an evening
stroll?’’ she
suggested. ‘’my pleasure’’ the response came with a smile on
his lips. The same smile she could give up her Father to see. And so he had
agreed, always careful not to her who had kept on loving him unreciprocated for
Ten years. Bending over him a little for the third time, the lighting gave her
the opportunity to see the spilled chocolate cake, the earth having its own
fill, the lighting also gave her the chance of seeing the struck knife in the
victim’s flesh.
Swiftly, in a flash she remembered how she had struck the Knife in a raging
anger of sincere unrequited love and its pangs
but that memory didn’t last for minute and she was no
longer the killer. She felt empty and alien yet in that emptiness there was an
heaviness of guilt. Swifly, memories of the past flew across her face and in it
was a young innocent girl, tender, smiling softly, she had chocolates with her,
Just then she saw the dead Man in her Past, but he was looking much younger,
the chocolate was meant for him, he had smiled sweetly when he declined the
gift. She wondered who the young girl was, she did not know it was her. But now
in her heavy emptiness, she had an Aim, to look for that young girl and that
Man she had Just seen in her Memory but it was to her real. They were probably
in the dark path, she thought. She dusted
her bloody cloth not seeming to take notice of the blood, she was ready to
begin her mission. Her eye caught her dead lover on the floor, she hissed,
wondering why someone could be sleeping out late and why the sleeping Man bore
resemblance to the Man she was about searching for and oh! The little girl!.
Counting her steps
slowly at first before taking to her heels, she ran into the dark path laughing
hysterically, Her weakened fingers found its way into her hair, pulling it,
scattering it, making a mess of it. ‘’ Madeline!’’ the name rang sharply in her head bringing her to an abrupt halt before
she continued the race again. She thought the voice sounded familiar, she
wondered what it was or who it was. The hysterical laughing continued, echoing
into the dark night. It was dark! Very dark.
IZUEHIEN MARY NGOZI
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