As he adjusted the cumberbund on his tuxedo, he thought of her, how they’d known her all his life, been in love with her for most of it, and what a great wife she was going to be. He straightened his tie, opened the door, and walked down the stairs where his best friend greeted him with, “Ready to go be my best man?”
“You’re dead,” he breathes.
“I am,” I respond.
With his belly full and his bladder empty, he sits there in the blanket nest I meticulously crafted for him in the center of my bed, smug as I leave for work. Surely he was napping even before I made to the car.
Glittering glass shards, curious cell phones, oozing pink fluid, and relentless red lights litter the highway. I’ll never sing along to the radio again.
I had a nightmare where I had killed my wife and was on the run. It’s been 3 years and I still haven’t woken up.
She gaze into the mirror, and realized the woman looking at her was not the woman she needed to be now not in looks or intelligence. Were these words true or just what her degrading husband had drilled in her head, its difficult to change looks and intelligence but so easy to throw away a swine.
The icy rain immediately sinks through my coat, permeated through my sweater to my back making it impossible for me to stay long looking at his small understated grave marker. He was one of the most remarkable people I will ever have the privilege of knowing and there is not even a trace of his greatness to passersby on this small cold granite stone.
Relieved was I when I realised that the jar of sleeping pills had not been touched. But then, as I gazed down at the bloody knife on the edge of the counter I knew it was too late…
One time I had a dream that everything wasn’t real; not fake, just not real, like I was an actor in Boy Meets World or Saved By The Bell. Suddenly I realized I wasn’t asleep.
Then again, what made him spin? His head around his shoulders spun all night,spinning and rotating around the axis of his mind, a moon to earth, a moon with many craters, many craters indeed.
After having spent all insurance claim after my late husband on fancy holidays, expensive things – which I have sold – and many adventures with men, I found myself sitting in my old house, abandoned and alone without resources. I was looking at my deep-freezer – my only reserves for rainy days and I was pondering whether to unfreeze and eat the limbs or heart of my late husband.
When across the kingdom the traveler did come to aide his friend in need, it was obvious he wanted more but with each touch and hug, she would rebuke him every time.
Her boyfriend did move in to protect his fair maiden and it spoiled the intentions of the traveler, who left quickly and told all who would listen, that it happened the other way.
They meet in the crossroads every night to plot their next escapade against those who live in the light, these devils of the night with a small wing on each side of their body. Only the telephone lines slowed their flight in the shadows of the darkness where their obeah could swiftly and savagely curse a life to misery and ruin.
Jess stands in her bloody, torn nightgown, silently willing her hands to stop trembling, as she carefully aims the rifle. Her hands steady and her focus clears as she reminds herself that just one well-placed shot, fired quickly before he awakens, is all it’ll take to end his reign of abuse and her short-lived marriage.
It doesn’t help when she keeps biting my neck. Though she because died because of the blood loss.
It doesn’t help when she keeps biting my neck. Though she because died because of the blood lose.
I hollered at the top of my lungs, pestering my Mom for a pair of brand-new shoes for the prize-giving function next day at my school to receive my brand-new certificate. All my happiness and hopes evaporated into thin air just like the dew before the sun when, stepping out the store, I set my eyes upon the nameless, legless beggar girl of my age sitting on the sidewalk with a certificate won at a school prize-giving lying by her side, dusty and dog-eared.
“It’s tearing me up Ma all these rejection letters are getting piled up on my counter from everywhere I sent my work to and they all come back to me with illegible red ink glaringly scrawled across them which no one in their right mind can read so how am I supposed to know how to make them better?”
I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice over the crackling phone line “I’m sure you will be crying me a river about these rejections when you have your first book published until then buck up and grow a backbone.”
With eerie eyes closed,
I assure myself of my
Still waiting for you to
the audacity of my
” You know that I love you, right,” I breathed out, looking at my wife with what a I hoped was a agreeable smile.
” No, husband,” my wife replied, a smile crossing her face in answer,” you’re not hanging out with your friends at the bar, watching the Super Bowl…”