The blood was dripping from his hand. With each drop falling on the ground he could hear her cry. He caught his forehead in a futile attempt to brush away the thoughts of her. The knife that had made the cut was glittering in the dark.
“What have I done?” he asked himself as he saw his wife dead on the floor killed by him.
He had returned home late and had found somehing unusual in the house. The air was aedulterated by someone else. He had opened his wife’s room and to his horror he had found another man with his wife. Losing his temper he took the kitchen knife and drove it through her throat.
“I shouldn’t have done this . I loved her not her body.” saying he fell on the floor besides her crying and caressing her with deep regret.
He lifted her lips and bought over to his. He needed to feel the warmth of her as he knew it would be the last. He kissed with such deep passion that even venus would have melted.
All of a sudden he noticed that the eyes of his wife were opening as if from deep sleep. Then slowly he could see her lips twitch into a smile. there was no blood and sunlight filled her.
“Another dream? Get up now, you are late for work” she said as she got up from the bed
