Knee on his throat, the cleaver held high above her head, breasts heaving, her bloodshot eyes bore into the terrified eyes of her husband of 17 years. She blinked, the fury, the power went out of her as if a switch had been flicked off. The cleaver clattered onto the stone floor and she rolled away trembling with the aftermath of her fury. She buried her face in her hands, unable to stand the image of herself, what had she been going to do. Faintly she heard him scramble to safety, sniffling pathetically.

Later, Smriti narrated the scene to her friend, Nidhi.

“It was as if I had been possessed. I don’t know what came over me.”  Smriti said slowly. The memory of those horrific moments jolted her and the clatter of the knife still rang eerily in her ears.

There was a stunned pause before Nidhi rallied enough to speak.

“Never mind,” Nidhi brushed it away, “it happens to the best of us, a moment of madness when we are all but pushed over the edge,” she babbled, “but the best part is that you recovered at the last minute, regained your sanity and all’s well that ends well.

Smriti looked at Nidhi with tormented eyes, “But Nidhi, what if…?”

“No Smriti, you are not to think like that,” Nidhi was firm, “you just said as if you were possessed. It was a one off instance – you know you would never do such a thing again. So stop worrying…

“No, you don’t understand Nidhi,” Smriti whispered through cracked lips, “that is exactly what I am worried about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am afraid that I will never be possessed again, that I missed my chance at freedom. I am condemned to spend the rest of my life with him.”


This week Daily Post’s Discover Challenge is In the Style of i.e. try out someone else’s style. Going through a few of my half finished drafts I came across this story which I have no recollection of writing. I was a bit taken aback and felt it (i.e the bloodthirstiness 😉 ) was rather different from my usual style. What do you think?

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 100 and Calvin and Hobbes