The concept of death had always fascinated her. Death- that promised sweet deliverance from the daily monotony, that promised to mark an end to her numbness.
Nothing about her life pleased her. Not the luxurious apartment. Neither the parties. Nor her loving husband her parents had chosen. She hovered over them all like a somnambulist, patiently waiting for the day she would embrace death as an equal.
The man in the mask was watching her. The lady beside her shivered in fear and silent prayers.
"Time for the first hostage to die", he screamed into the telephone for the cops outside to hear.
The barrel of the gun felt cold against her forehead. As she stared at death in the face, for the first time in her life, she thought, "Life is Beautiful".