Entry #145

The Savior
by Sameera Ansari


“You are some woman!”, he panted, his eyes bulging like they had when she first walked into his studio.

Lying beside each other, sated, they made an odd sight. He, old enough to be her grandfather, wheezing and bald, with skin like a shriveled fig. She, Venus in human form, radiant and glamorous.

No, please don’t!

“More wine?”, she asked. “Sure!” His greedy toad like eyes followed her every movement. The full moon framed her bare silhouette as she refilled their goblets with Chianti.

None can stop me tonight!

“To many such wonderful nights”, he winked. Her practiced smile was coy as she watched him drain his goblet, while daintily sipping her own.

In the name of the Lord, please let me go!

“I guess I am getting old, feeling sore already”, he chuckled. The smile she returned did not reach her eyes.

“Aaaaaaaaaargh!“ His grin froze as the goblet slipped from his suddenly quivering fingers.

I’m an atheist, you foolish woman!

“I can’t breathe!”, he gasped, “My inhaler…please…”

“You need to sleep…eternally.” Her eyes were mere slits as she watched him splutter and choke, those exquisite features stone cold.

“But why…?”, he croaked.

In vino veritas! I’m your savior, ha ha ha!

“You! You cannot be…” Comprehension spliced the fear in his eyes after she had echoed his own words. “I always…felt…you looked…familiar”. His skin was mottled with blue now.

Not in front of my daughter!

As he heaved for the last time, a single tear traversed her cheek.