Her rosy cheeks and straw-colored hairs were precisely as I had visualized them, yet I was appalled at the similarity.
“Who are you,” I spoke in a shaky voice. Her eyes were no longer the vulnerable pair of black balls I had envisaged earlier. They appeared demoniac and held me in a gaze so venomous that I shuddered.
She burst into a gurgle of devilish laughter. “You weren’t expecting me, were you? But I have come back from the dead.”
I was half-conscious of the fact that it was just a dream, but before I could recollect my thoughts, the knife was through my heart.
Her vengeance complete, she dissipated into the thin air.
I paid the price for having killed Samaira in my bestseller.
[This story has been written for Write Tribe’s ‘100words on Saturday’]