Supersition

The candle fumes crawled into the room, reminiscent of vines spreading across a room, clawing at Mdm Lee. A tightly gripped fist denied entry of the tranquility. Mdm Lee impatiently waved the smoke aside, as she stared testily at the gift before her.

Her husband did not respond favourably to her comment. He tried to tell her that she was being paranoid, but Mdm Lee brushed his words aside. She rubbed her temples, her hand brushing the clock onto the floor accidentally. With a loud clang, the glass broke. Her husband looked at her, as she scowled at the clock with a dark look.

Without a word henceforth she took the clock and strided into the kitchen. She stepped on the trigger of the dustbin in a swift movement. The rubbish bin was full - she had forgotten to empty it the night before. Cursing darkly, she then tried to throw it out of the window. Her husband stopped her, pointing at the neighbors below them. Either the curse was for real, or her paranoia was in vain, but everything she did, the efforts were thrown back at her. Finally, she got into her car.

Living on a hill meant unevitable trouble. She drove out of the garage and as she yanked the handbrake clumsily, the car jerked darkly. She got out and put the clock underneath the tyre, holding the car for support - her knees threatening to give way. She barely registered the car moving. Her foot got caught in the tyre, she lost her balance and her head hit the graphite. The car would not stop, she tried to scream, but her worn-out vocal cords could not resonate no more. Her husband got out of the house and let out a silent scream.

The curse was true.