The rustling of the wind, the dark shadows, the warm and humid night. It doesn’t matter if she had a tiny flashlight attached to her keys. Nothing is going to protect her against what’s out there.
He’s making dinner in the kitchen, she thought. Frying the steak, watching how it turns brown, possibly fanning away the smoke that rises from it, along with the smell of various spices he had put on it.
What if, what if, she never comes back again? Imagine this. Her phone, still in the little pouch with her keys attached to it, ringing, and it goes on for a few seconds. Nobody picks up. It lights up and vibrates, in the lonely pouch. Now, you see a wider angle of the place. You can’t see a thing because it’s pitch black. But consciously, you know the phone is there, vibrating and lighting up as he calls. You just can’t place where exactly the phone is.
Not before too long, there’s been at least ten calls made to the phone. He told her to come back within 10 minutes. Food will be done by then. She had ventured out because she was starving. The day has taken its toll on her. Not that she did anything tiring. In fact, she’s been laying in bed all day. Only escaping from this dream-like state of world for a brief one hour. And then, with no reasons, she comes drifting back.
Whilst in the kitchen, she could no longer stand the smell. The smell of blood oozing out from the steak that was on the frying pan.
“I’ve gotta go get something to eat,” she thinks to herself. She unlocks the door, not sure if she said goodbye, and ventures out. And of course, she was unaware of her surroundings, just like usual.
She decides to take the shorter route, just because she was starving and was craving food really bad. Just as she steps into the shadows, she thought to herself how she had taken this route at 2a.m. and it has never seem to be scarier than now. She peeks at her phone, and it tells her that it’s 15 minutes till 10.
And then she’s gone. He keeps track of time, making sure that her steak will still be warm when she comes back.
