Pramod Kandanarachchi – författare

There was nothing that treasured life inside that room. It had onlydarkness of the other world—no luminosity of this existence. It was all aboutdeath and death only. Nothing else.Except the life eagerly waiting to see the light of day inside her body.She felt weak and nauseated. She clutched onto a leg of the chair she wassitting on. The wooden leg felt rough and had a sharp edge. She wiggled it,making it a little loose without realizing what she was doing.A strange thought came to her mind at that point.It would take only four seconds for her to break the leg out of the chairto plunge the stake into his chest or forehead. The forehead would be hardto penetrate, but it would be the way to go because he might have time,perhaps two seconds, to go under the table, covering his chest before shereached him.It would be over in ten seconds. Then she could finally wake up fromthis nightmare.“You may try it, but I can guarantee that you will be dead before youget up.”