Waltz with the Devil
Hello My Friends,This is an account of the most peculiar incident to have ever happened to me. And I’m pretty sure, that no other human being would have had an experience like this.Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I’m…. well, let’s just call me Narrator for the time being. Now without further ado, let’s begin our story:The thing about me is that, I’m not like those other perverts. Neither do I lust over the female body, nor do I crave the basic human need, as many of my deranged fellow beings do. No.I’m just a great admirer of the female form. It’s symmetry, it’s grace, indeed the Almighty did a fine job. And every time I come across one that has astounding aesthetics, I like to preserve it. I like to glorify the Gods’ work. Pay a homage, if you will.And preserving them in amber was only natural. Brings the best out of them. An envious collection I have. Someday, I may show it to the world.Anyway, one fine day, your humble narrator was on one of his usual recces, to Jim’s bar, albeit a little late in the day. 2 a.m. to be precise. Jim’s was the local watering hole and I usually find my goddesses there. I really didn’t have much hope for that day really. Firstly, it was very late, and from what I’d heard, Jim just lets the tap run for the regulars.So, if anything, free beer was in the offing. I entered the dimly lit bar, and found no one. But to my surprise, the karaoke machine was playing.It was a grim setting. Even for a cold man like your narrator, the atmosphere was a bit unnerving. That’s when I saw her. In the dim neon lights, I could make out, a woman, sitting at the end of the table. And boy, was she pretty. I didn’t even think twice before I slid a chair was sitting next to her.
