Blind-date

As I pushed the ornate gates of her little cottage, my heart gathered speed as if I was 

cruising on the Highway. The manicured lawns reflected the neatness freak in her. The 

green thumb was evident by the array of colourful flowers blooming. Anne would have 

loved such a picturesque garden.



Billy has been my best friend from childhood. He was worried about my loneliness and 

aloofness and had taken matters into his hands. It was his persistent rant that I move

ahead in life. I was a bit skeptical when he passed on her cellphone number.



My anxious hand hit the doorbell. What was I expecting? I know not. Could any lady 

match the graciousness of Anne? I brushed aside these stray thoughts. This was just a 

date, I reminded myself.The door opened and my eyes fell on a feathered mask."Good 

evening , David", a husky voice peered through the mask. I returned the greeting. The 

voice had a tinge of familiarity.

I sat on the chair and she got up from the opposite chair to be behind me. I tilted my 

head behind and before I could look up at her , my eyes were blinded with a piece of 

cloth. The vehicle of my thoughts hit a speed breaker. "Whhhhhat is.......", completely 

taken aback. "Shhhh...This is a blind date, isn't it?". I hadn't heard a more feminine 

seducing voice. My nerves relaxed a bit. Something touched my lips and my hands felt 

the shape of a goblet. "Drink ", she urged me. It was my favorite wine. 

                  Billy must have told her about my preferences. 

I could feel her closeness as she hovered around me. Her perfume slightly assailed my 

nostrils. Anne's favorite perfume. I had gifted it to her on our wedding anniversary. Her 

touch was soothing. I had missed this gentle touch after Anne left my world. The goblet 

was taken away from my hands and she stroked my lips with her slim fingers and I felt 

stoked. This was a beginning of a wonderful relationship, I deduced. The pleasure 

continued. I lost track of time. Her arousal made me tumescent. I was dying to 

see her face.The telepathy worked and the blindfold was yanked off in one 

smooth action. There was no mask on her. I could feel the color drain off my face. The 

face was very familiar even in dim lights. She could not be Anne. NO. 

I could feel my chest constrict and breath tighten. My hands and legs were in air, 

gasping. Two claw-like hands encircled my neck.

                 Karma had come back to haunt me.