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¨Things are not always as they seem; the first appearance deceives many...¨ (Phaedrus)

It was already twelve midnight.

She was listening to a beautiful song softly playing from the neighbourhood. The lights from the street were fascinating, giving her just the right glow to see the way. She couldn’t help but dance as the gentle breeze of the wind swayed her body side by side. She closed her eyes absorbing the peacefulness of the night.

She felt so beautiful in red.

It was her very first time to witness the beauty of her own, matured and fully grown. She continued dancing, following the rhythm of the wind.

The cool wind was suddenly replaced with horror. Her body stopped as the wind stopped. Fear kept her eyes closed, scared to make any noise. She couldn’t move. Not even a single step backward. She could feel through her nerves the fear and anxiety as the light went off. There was no way to go.

Someone was approaching, closing the distance between them.

The hand touched her body. It was hard and rough like a hard-working man. She was trembling. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t find her voice.

The grip of the hand tightened and lifted her. She fainted as her feet pulled off from the ground. He was not letting her go.

“At last! You bloom just the right time. Surely, my wife will be surprised. What a perfect flower for a perfect date of us.”

She overheared the voice. She was not a woman after all. She thought, before she drifted into oblivion.


This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the characters, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.



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