Bad Omen

The dark clouds forming on the horizon signified something ominous. The uneasiness increased. This was a bad omen. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Slowly she advanced towards the huge door. It was an old fashioned big woodeen thing that seemed like it would require two able bodied men to get it to budge. But there was some marvelous engineering which unbeknowst to the eye would allow the slightest touch of the lever to fling them open. But it would take an effort from the doors themselves to move as they would grunt and wheeze before coming to a halt only about half way through. She peered out to see who it was who had beckoned her. There he was standing in the shadows. His face registered some sort of surprise almost bordering on shock. The commotion the doors had caused must have done that to him. They did that a lot. The first time she had been exposed to them as a young bride, she had almost fainted with fright. That had been a really bad omen too. Her married life had been doomed right from the start. What could be expected from a union where youth had passed one by and the other was right on the threshold of it? Her dreams had been quashed right the moment he had made savage love to her binding her to the enormous bed. There had been a cruelty in his eyes, her mother had found hard to ignore. But what could a poor widow do as everyone around her told her how lucky she was that a zamindar had agreed to marry her orphaned daughter. The daughter had believed it too. That it was an end to the life of poverty and drudgery she led with her mother. She did not mind the cruel eyes as long as she had 2 square meals a day. She did, but soon the cruel eyes took their toll. She lived in constant fear of him. She loathed his presence and he knew it. The knowledge made him be around her more. So she killed him one day. Took a knife and sliced it through his heart as he slept. She was surprised at the amount of blood that oozed out. Did human beings really have so much liquid flowing through their bodies? She was amazed and wanted to find out more about it. That started her killing spree. She had beauty going for her as she seduced every man just to slice a knife through his heart. The sight of blood would calm her spirits but make her thirsty for more. Things went on. Her youth and beauty started to fade. Men did not fall for her as they used to. She was struggling with her fantasies. No blood was shed for a whole year. Than years. She was starving now. She came close to cutting herself. But she did not particularly like the idea of pain. So she waited. Waited for some one to knock on the door. And yes he did. She wanted to pounce on him, but she'd have to wait till he was asleep. He was a strong man and could easily overpower her. It was night. She could feel the excitement inside her growing. The knife gleamed beseeching her. It was almost time. He was retiring to bed. Not long now, she calmed her frayed nerves.

"Good Night Ma" she heard him say.