I drift unseen through the darkened house, a ghostly specter come to end my husband’s dreams. I hear him whisper her name as he sleeps, unaware of my presence or intent. Betrayed by a kiss, he traded my life for hers, and I am here for revenge.
I hold the knife high with both hands, aim for his heart, and plunge. I jolt awake with a gasp. He lies beside me, the image of bliss and deceit. It was a dream, born from the silent fury of a wife scorned, but not yet abandoned. A premonition of things to come.
100-word microfiction, a drabble
