He always heard her before he saw her. Click-clack on the stone staircase. A stiletto knife through his skull. He never knew what she really wanted, but something compelled her to come. Click-clack; she was outside his door now.
This was his moment. After this, the same old pattern would just repeat. He had the power to change things; to take a chance, be spontaneous, be…….out. He was the master of his own destiny; not a slave to hers.
Ding ding.
Pause.
Ding ding ding ding.
Pause.
This was it.
He opened the door.
This was his moment. After this, the same old pattern would just repeat. He had the power to change things; to take a chance, be spontaneous, be…….out. He was the master of his own destiny; not a slave to hers.
Ding ding.
Pause.
Ding ding ding ding.
Pause.
This was it.
He opened the door.
