I dream of a straight road. It is night, and my headlights define a row of beeches.
I stop at a crosswalk where there’s a single flashing yellow light. A fair-haired woman starts to cross. She makes it halfway across before she turns and peers through the windshield.
Her look is of fury and hatred.
She is the vampiress
She crosses; and I drive on, shaken.
At the next crosswalk, I pull to a halt. She crosses again. When she reaches the halfway point, she turns and stares at me.
I do not know if I have murdered her that’s why she is haunting me.
I am wrapped in her arms, my face buried in her neck. I feel the softness of her breasts against my chest.
“Don’t worry,” she whispers. “You are mine.”
You are mine!
