The Blood Triangle

She was bored. The music was pumping. The drinks were flowing. And she was dressed to kill. She stood in front of the bar, running her eyes over the couples’ slow dancing. And then she saw him…and her best friend with him.

He was drunk. They both were. They had sense left at their bottom. But they were together… and that’s the thing which left her in agony, hatred. And as they tottered forth through the floor to the front door, she stood up to her feet. Tonight, she will have to follow them.

It was not destined to her, as she reminded of old days. She and this girl, they used to be something more than just best friends. They loved each other. But three years ago, this man came into their lives, and how madly she fell in love with him. But eventually she knew that he was actually attracted to her friend, not to her. Days passed, and it became a love triangle. Lastly, today, the climax has come. They have chosen their path for being together forever, and she has also chosen a path for herself – a path for all of them. The three sides of the triangle are going to have the same destiny, tonight.

It was the lake nearby she reached following them.

Just next to the lake, the couple sat on a bench, unknowingly that just ten feet after them someone was standing with a 9 mm pistol in her hand. And then what next? Two shots from point blank range and all the happy dreams of them shattered within a moment beside a heavenly lake.

The dark water of the lake remained stagnant till its deep, where traces of life found their way somewhere.


She was crying silently. She had to kill the persons she loved. But once she had chosen this path, there was no stepping back. She stood up wiping her tears.

“The debt that all men pay.” She muttered, holding the gun beside her ear, as tears rolled down her eyes again.

As the December wind had stopped blowing, the farthest fraction of the city remained silent, and dark. The lone long trees fervoured by the night fog kept them mysterious. The lake was covered by a thick layer of fog. The silence was on. The city was in their sleep, for some the sleep was forever.


As the growing moon started hovering up in the lone sky, the three bodies remained still in the park beside the freezing lake, as the three distinct sides of a triangle – the blood triangle.

- Written for the Spellbound competition '08