Fear was an exhilarating thing. It meant that the hunter was in his prime. That the prey had been brought to a point where it knew who was king. It signaled finality. The end. That's what he would remember of her face. The fear, the trembling, the loathing and the disbelief playing out all at once, contorting her features. She had lied, and cheated. She had angered him. And so these nightmares plagued him to no end. The flash of memory occurred almost as quickly as the dream ended. The glint of the knife blade, the contrast of blood and her pale skin. Paul's eyes adjusted to the light streaming into his bedroom window. He must have passed out on the floor in a drunken stupor, but the memory of last night was enough to bring him out of his sleep state. It dawned on him, that it hadn't really been a dream..
Shafinaaz is a sociologist, artist and poet based in Johannesburg, SA. She is the author of several works of non-fiction and fiction, and has been listed in HayFestival's Africa39 category of top 39 authors in Africa under the age of 40 at the London Book Fair 2014. Also see www.shafinaaz.co.za
I write. As I must. Words are my paints of expression on an otherwise bland canvas, my rollercoasters of delight on otherwise dreary roads. Entertainment or derision, they manifest in my varied states of being. Until theres silence. Even then, theres a dialogue of sorts that continues... in spirit? Who knows..