Who's That Lurking in the Shadows?
In the shadows
Damien is waiting for you
Damien stood hunched, knife in hand. The dim lighting silhouetted his outline, contorting it to a grossly enlarged and sinister shadow against the wall. Heavy candelabras cast further eerie shadows with the light from the full moon.
With a wry smile he waited patiently for the longed-for moment, reflecting on all the preparation that had gone into today. He had ground the knife to razor-sharp perfection and now as he gazed in awe at the gleaming blade, he imagined how it would look, gliding effortlessly through soft, yielding flesh.
Green eyes ablaze at the thought of the task before him, he positioned himself in readiness, a stealthy, predatory, beast, about to pounce on its hapless victim. He looked more than capable.
As a spurt of adrenaline surged through his system, he removed a handkerchief from his suit pocket to mop a few beads of irritating perspiration from his brow.
Any second now and she would come.
He edged his fingers along the length of the knife, as if to test its proficiency. The silence of expectation hung heavily in the atmosphere. You could almost cut it with a knife, he mused, aptly, and perhaps a little too sardonically. His heart began to race and his thin lips quivered as he heard the sound of advancing footsteps in the hallway.
Looking up, he smiled again, but this time it was a self-assured smile as his mother-in-law entered the room. Bustling through the double doors to the dining room, she moved towards him. Placing a steaming platter on the table in front of him, she drew up her chair as the dinner guests followed and watched as slowly and expertly Damien began to carve the turkey.
© 2015 Stella Kaye