Adrian Jones

 

She had been a constant presence in my life. The shadow, this woman. I dreamt of her often. Some nights, we’d make love and then she would kill me; like a black widow feeding off its mate. Others, she would show me the way through hell. I needed her. And I knew she needed me… Then, one fateful day, I found her. And at last I understood. It was not what I had projected all this time, it was far, far more. She was the master of ceremonies and I was the sacrifice.