"Do not think—not even for a moment that your happy moments will last forever." A child's crisp laughter echoed inside her head. It was only for a few seconds but to her, that fleeting moment felt like an eternity. Terror flooded her entire being, and she even forgot to breath for a minute. By and by something passed by her left side—something cold. Slimy. And unseen. She could swear she smelled the nauseous scent of olive and lavender mixed in the air.
Alarmed, the woman turned around. No one was there. Except for several pieces of shattered glasses lying beneath her large closet. Two of her most cherished vases were broken into large chunks, scattering glistening blue shards on the dusty brown carpet. 'It must have fallen off from the shelf.' She tried to console herself this way. But as she knelt down to clean the horrible mess, she noticed something wet and viscous trickling down from the glass shard in her hand. The revolting scent of blood invaded her nostrils, making her feel slightly groggy and faint. 'How can there be blood here?' She bit her lips to block the great urge to scream. Afterward she closed her eyes while panting.
Withstanding the eerie feeling of being watched through a specialized type of concealed binoculars, she clasped her huge stomach as though she was nearing her much-awaited labor. 'No, this is not real. It can't be true.' She took a few handful of air into her lungs and then roughly expelled them out of her system in order to gradually calm down her overwhelming fears. 'It is not real.'
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
BLOOD CHILD
FantasiIt was a bleak autumn--the sordid season of remembrance--a woman disappeared, drowned in the depths of people's stagnant memories. A year later, she was presumed dead, kidnapped by mankind's greatest stain, the Order. A traitor was caught--branded...
