MURDER -- a story

MURDER


She had no other way; that was all she could do for him. He was so tiny in her lap and how vulnerable, she rocked him back and fro to lull him to sleep and he curled his hand around her finger, under the spell of the lullaby. Soon he was asleep, and she knew it was time. She gazed at him tenderly and tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them away with her hand, her face suddenly losing its previous mobility. No use to cry now, she had already made the decision, no use to rethink her actions - - it would make no difference, but to pain her even more.
She hugged her child one last time and stood up from the ground. It was in the night and there was no one around, she was the only one outside in the cold, with the infant wrapped in her shawl. She moved discreetly towards her destination, feeling inhuman with every passing moment, her mind numb to her fears and her heart apart from her woes; inhuman….
At last, the final stage; she was standing at the top of the cliff, a desolate statue beneath the night sky, the freezing breezes pulled off her hood and her hair flew back wildly, making her look like some kind of a mysterious witch. She held out her hands with the baby in them and let it go down in the depths of the ocean; she sent her child to the spirit world.


to be continued......