INTIMIDATED BY HIS PRESENCE

Marianne

Gradually I opened my eyes to meet the fancy ceiling of the room and slowly the memories came back along with the pain. It took me sometime to adjust to the brightness.

Getting up from the bed, smoke covered my vision, and I jerked up, alarmed. Was the place burning? I looked to the side, and I saw a faint shadow falling on the balcony of the room and my hands immediately reached out, holding my chest when my heart almost limped out from fear.

What was he doing there, standing like a ghost? Slowly yet softly, I called out. “Ezekiel….” I walked up to where he was standing.

From behind I noticed how his black hair was damped, his broad shoulders were well fitted in the white bathrobe. He stood looking as handsome as the devil, ready to steal my soul away.

He held a cigarette as he smoked heavily. Now that I thought of it, he was always either smoking or drinking .

I face palmed my head. I was thinking about him again.

Looking at the floor twisting my fingers, I blandly vo