The deal…


She couldn’t make out the features of the man. He was a blurred, black figure, looming in the air above her like the shadow of death. She tried hard to see through the fuzzy windows that were her eyes but there was not enough light. Like a Black Hole all light was trapped within him and only as much light seeped through his edges that she could visualize the frame of his tall, lanky body but not his face-no!

She was aware of the cool ground beneath her. Her palms itched as grains of sand rubbed against them, wet and stinging. It couldn’t be sweat! There wasn’t a trickle on her face and her mouth was as dry as the desert. Before long she became aware of the viscous wetness that could only be her blood! It was her blood that stung like venom through the cuts in her hands! But why didn’t it hurt? Why was her heartbeat more prominent than her bleeding body? Had the body sensed its End?

She could hear the blood drumming in her ears. And like her body, she tried forgetting the inevitable and started memorizing the rhythmic beat of her heart. It was a music she never had enough time to listen to. Constantly playing within her, trickling like sand through an hourglass! A reminder, she thought, that time was not her companion. It wouldn’t stop but pass by her. What a fool she had been, thinking she had all the time in the world. Thinking that she would die old, when life would be as shriveled as a prune, sucked clean of all flavors but that of old age!

She felt it then. As if someone had struck a blow to her chest leaving a big gaping hole; its mouth large enough to draw all life out of her. She felt something in her chest twist into a thousand little knots. That was it, she thought, Time had sealed the deal on her with Death!

©2013. Habiba Danyal

figure in shadows

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If a dream has ever been closest to reality, it was this one.

For Trifecta Week Sixty Two

MOUTH
3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as
  a : the place where a stream enters a larger body of water
  b : the surface opening of an underground cavity
  c : the opening of a container
  d : an opening in the side of an organ flue pipe
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40 thoughts on “The deal…

  1. What a powerfully evocative piece!Death is grim -loved how you described it!And my favourite lines,” It was a music she never had enough time to listen to. Constantly playing within her, trickling like sand through an hourglass! A reminder, she thought, that time was not her companion. It wouldn’t stop but pass by her.”Yes,.frightening but true-our time is limited & we do not know how long we all have-we presume that old age will kill us but we may die any ,moment.Fantastic imagery in this excellent piece of writing-would like to reblog this,if you permit me,Habiba:-)

  2. this? ( Thinking that she would die old, when life would be as shriveled as a prune, sucked clean of all flavors but that of old age!) The best line! Nicely built suspense and ending.

  3. Wow, this is frightening. The cuts on her hands really got to me. Well told story of the last few minutes after a vicious attack – if I read it right. Disturbing in a well written way – and a great use of the prompt word!

  4. There is much to like about this, the vividness of her world as it ends but for me it was this string of words that really stood out: …and started memorizing the rhythmic beat of her heart. It was a music she never had enough time to listen to.

  5. You described the entire scene so brilliantly. I felt like I was a part of it.
    We need such reminders everyday. Death awaits us all.

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