Poetry.existentialepitome

Mediterranean blue eyes
That watch me go by
Every night
Under the shadows cast by the sky
No street lights
Or people walking by
Just the glow from those eyes
Watching, stalking me
My every move recorded
My every whisper heard
By those glassy blue eyes

ORDER! ORDER!

This is the last trial for Miss Blake’s cold murder case. Today Judge Bush will be announcing his final verdict.

Statement by Judge Bush

The court has reached a verdict in the case of Mr. Christian Dugg, finding him guilty as charged for the brutal murder of Miss Sarah Blake. As a result, the case is now disposed of.

As the final verdict left Judge Bush’s lips, a weight lifted from my chest. I turned around to see Mr. and Mrs. Blake embracing each other, finding solace now that their daughter could finally rest in peace.

After the court hearing, Mrs. Blake, the mother of the victim Sarah Blake, approached me with tears of joy and hope. She expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Susan, I will forever remain in debt for your help in getting justice for my baby Sarah. Thank you so much.”

The next day; on LISBON TIMES,

Another notable achievement for Lisbon’s esteemed advocate, Susan Grace.

Here’s what Advocate Susan Grace has to say about her win.

“It’s always a pleasure to bring justice and show the people that the law is for every citizen in this nation and to never lose hope in law, as it’s there to protect them .”

PRESENT DAY

A route not too long in the broad daylight seems like a huge journey at nightfall.

Just like every night I walk my daily route home. But as it’s mid-November here in Lisbon, the cold night making me shiver. While today’s outfit not being of much help here. I wore a mauve bodycon dress that barely reached my thigh with silhouettes.

The streets are always dark with just a dim street light outside Betty’s Mart which was like 15 minutes from my place. But looks like today’s not my lucky day, after all, Miss Betty seems to have been in a hurry to be home. Maybe it’s because her daughter and grandson are home to pay their yearly visit. Oh poor Miss Betty always so lonely, missing her grandson. Hope they stay a little longer this time maybe even spend Christmas or Thanksgiving sometime. Ahhh, how much I’d kill to have a cup of her hot latte now, as the walk till my home was still a bit more especially in this weather. But alas all I have here is this spooky abandoned street to pass, making me shiver all the more.

With my noise buds in my ears jamming to my favorite tunes, I try to suppress the senses that tell me to freak out and walk, imagining a hot bath that’s waiting at home in my tub surrounded with exotic scented candles which have been custom-made and imported from Normandy. Just makes me feel a little warm from within. But then I get a creepy cold shiver that runs to my bone, a feeling of being followed, while I’m walking here alone.

I’m too much of a scaredy-cat to turn behind or for that even run at such a time. So I just decided to walk a bit faster and try not to alarm the stalker behind me. And as I said, it seems like today is not my lucky day as my phone thinks of this as the perfect time to turn off. Yeah, I know pretty cliché but that’s what happened.

Walking now I could hear footsteps now that the music had stopped and they were moving closer at an increasing pace. So I gathered all my strength and ran in the direction that surely led to my house. Slowly my house was in clear vision, with the porch lights on I sighed in relief and reassurance. I have never been so relieved at the sight of my lone house as I am today.

At this happy site, I just felt a blast of energy coming in my limbs and as I ran with all that miraculous power, I could hear the footsteps of my stalker picking up speed.

Well if u think that was the last of my co-ordinational malfunction in my body then you are well wrong. That’s the exact moment my clumsy ass body decided to trip and twist my right ankle.

There I fell flat on the cold surface of the road as my face met the dirt I winced in pain. That’s the first time I caught the first glimpse of my stalker.

A pair of blue eyes was all I could see, watching me from a distance not too far as I limped in fear. Trying to get away. But it was as if it knew I couldn’t go much farther so it stayed glued at the same position observing my every move. I could feel its eyes till my bones. I felt it smirking at my failed attempts and my foolish efforts to escape which I was sure was not going to pay.

After a complete 5 minutes of watching me fail miserably and crying louder in pain and in fright of the possible near future, I saw those pair of dangerous blue eyes move closer. Making me whimper like a prey that was being hunted by it. Now it was at a distance where I could catch its pungent yet peculiar scent, that made me freeze to my core.

I just stayed there screaming for help in the hope that my neighbors could hear me over all that party music blasting through their speakers or that Mr. Hanson the cranky old man had his hearing aids on while he sat by his sick wife’s reading her some fable. But even as I screamed I knew that all of this was next to impossible.

Now those blue eyes were at a distance where I could see who owned them. And I stared in complete disbelief. That’s when I suddenly heard my name from behind and I turned.

To my surprise, it was Lisa my best friend. Looking at her run towards me I could not possibly understand if I should be glad or scared of her coming towards danger that she was clueless about. I tried to show her signs to run away and call for a plea but I guess she didn’t understand. And I couldn’t get my mouth to scream and say ” Get help “. It was as if my tongue was frozen.

She came running to me and tried helping me stand. But all I was trying was to push her away and show her the approaching danger. But to my surprise when I look back, I just saw an orphaned road. Without even a single proof depicting the presence of anything that had taken place just a minute ago.

As I take her hand wincing in pain I try to look around in horror and expectations of it to jump out of nowhere and spook us. But due to some good karma of ours, we are left to fend for ourselves and walk back towards my home. So I force her to walk as soon as possible without any further due.

When we enter my house I somehow limp to close the door bolting it tightly before I give up and go into syncope.

THE NEXT DAY

I woke up to Lisa snoring beside me. I was in my bedroom I could recognize it from the feel of my soft bedsheet and when I looked around my room which was designed in a hobo concept with a touch of nature effect made me get up to a fresh look and positive approach every day, especially in this dusty-musty city. I noticed that I was still in my work dress. Which felt really uncomfortable now that I had noticed. So I got off my king-sized bed, making sure I didn’t wake Lisa up. But the moment I put my weight on my right foot; I winced in pain which almost made me trip. For which I took the support of my nightstand to get back on my bed. On inspection I found my right ankle completely swollen and blue; that’s when all the memories from yesterday night hit me like a hurricane. And I notice my mauve dress filed with splotches of mud and tattered at the edges a bit. So I decided to distract my mind from the overwhelming thoughts inside, as I make my way to the closet on the other side.

After I have changed and washed myself clean and yes put a crepe bandage around my swollen ankle, I make myself a good cup of French press coffee and sit near the window. Which just has me drowning in my thoughts, trying to find sense in yesterday’s scenes. I shake my head in hopes of getting them out and look out of my window half expecting some weird being to be there waiting but thank the fates I could only spot Mr. and Mrs. Hanson taking their morning walk with their hands interlocked.

While I watch them with a smile while sipping my coffee. I hear Lisa waking up with a confused look in her hazel brown eyes. As she walks up to me stretching her hands and gives me a morning hug, asking me if I am okay with the concern on her usually delightful face. For which I try to smile as brightly as I usually do. And asked her if she’d like a cup of chai, which she started to love and got me a whole lot as a souvenir from her visit to India last July. That made her smile and she made her way towards the kitchen, with me limping behind. Till I reached the kitchen she had put the water to boil. I sat there near the counter in complete silence, trying to find the right words to start a conversation that was running in my mind. As she added the dried tea leaves to the boiling water, its strong aroma filled the space between us. And I felt her eyes looking at me with questions that would make me bring back what I was trying to leave behind.

But I know that sooner or later I have to give her an answer or maybe even some part of the truth that may or not be the truth. But in some corner of my heart, I know what I experienced yesterday was not just the play of my mind. Thinking about what to explain to her I get my hands working on cooking some delicious breakfast that might help cheer us up before I start with the whole narration about the scenes of the past night.

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