sensen
08-02-2013, 06:18 AM
PECKISH
By Sensen
(Critics welcome. Thanks for reading!)
Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.
I roll my eyes before scrunching the piece of newspaper into a ball and tossing it to the floor. A typical love story - a young couple, divided by the man's wealthy family, decided to toss a coin and leave it in fate's hand. So if things went wrong, it was fate's fault.
Personally, I think tossing a coin is for those who always look for someone or something to blame rather than taking responsibility for a decision made. "Isn't that right, Fred?" I turn to Fred. He says nothing. Normally he would tell me to read the story out loud. He would want to know the ending. Not today. Fred who never has anything nice to say about anyone, he's now dead quiet. Yet I can still hear his voice threatening to shoot everyone around him - friends, family, co-workers, people at the supermarket, people at the coffee shop. "Coffee ***** wouldn't shut up, kept on talking **** to her mates. Wouldn't even look at me when taking my order! One day, I'll rip her eyes out." Fred, always the self loathing, self pitying, the-world-owes-me kind of person, he's now lying silently next to the door, limp and powerless.
It's starting to rain. Thunders clash. I used to jump at the sudden sound but not anymore. What I dreaded most prior to this day was Fred leaving for town. I never told him but I believed every threat he made about everyone. The girl at the coffee shop, she was here. I watched him dig his fingers into her eyes and yank their balls out. Her body was buried in the field, he made me dig.
When he first brought me here, Fred did not intend to keep me alive. I was to suffer the same fate as the other women before me. I don't know what made me scream out what I did but instead of "I have a family, please, don't kill me", I begged, "I'm a story teller, I can read you books, lots of books." Something obviously ticked because after that, he let me live. Although, being locked up in a dungeon with chains long enough to move around the room is not exactly living. It's merely breathing air.
Fred would sit and stare at my mouth for as long as I read. His face lit up. His eyes widened. "My stupid whore of a mother never read me anything." I asked if he would like to give reading a try. He slapped me and told me to never suggest him reading again if I wanted to live.
I read to Fred for almost a year when he asked if I wanted to see my daughter again.
"I'll bring her here. She can stay here with you, me, us."
I froze. "Please, don't! Please leave my family alone!"
That didn't sit too well with him. He glowered at me and left. The crazy look in his eyes told me that my worst nightmare was about to become reality.
I knew I had to do something, anything, before he left for town the next day. When he brought down dinner and watched me finish eating roast using a plastic knife and fork, then threw himself on top of me, as his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth hung open gasping for air, at his most vulnerable moment, I swung my chain around his neck, pushed him off and heaved myself on top of him. The plastic knife made a perfect instrument. With all the courage and desperation in me, I screamed and dug and twisted that little thing into his eye as if spooning it out. There was a reason for me eating in bed. He roared and swung his fist at me but I was quicker. I buried my face in his neck. My teeth sank deep into his flesh. I bit and chewed so hard that it felt as if all of my teeth could shatter. The taste of his blood, the thought of his carotid in my mouth, the things mothers do for their kids.
I do not know what will happen next. His family and friends may drop in looking for him and stumble upon me or I can starve to death in this place. His corpse may become quite appealing after a number of days. Maybe I won't give in. Maybe I will.
Don't toss a coin on that!
End.
By Sensen
(Critics welcome. Thanks for reading!)
Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.
I roll my eyes before scrunching the piece of newspaper into a ball and tossing it to the floor. A typical love story - a young couple, divided by the man's wealthy family, decided to toss a coin and leave it in fate's hand. So if things went wrong, it was fate's fault.
Personally, I think tossing a coin is for those who always look for someone or something to blame rather than taking responsibility for a decision made. "Isn't that right, Fred?" I turn to Fred. He says nothing. Normally he would tell me to read the story out loud. He would want to know the ending. Not today. Fred who never has anything nice to say about anyone, he's now dead quiet. Yet I can still hear his voice threatening to shoot everyone around him - friends, family, co-workers, people at the supermarket, people at the coffee shop. "Coffee ***** wouldn't shut up, kept on talking **** to her mates. Wouldn't even look at me when taking my order! One day, I'll rip her eyes out." Fred, always the self loathing, self pitying, the-world-owes-me kind of person, he's now lying silently next to the door, limp and powerless.
It's starting to rain. Thunders clash. I used to jump at the sudden sound but not anymore. What I dreaded most prior to this day was Fred leaving for town. I never told him but I believed every threat he made about everyone. The girl at the coffee shop, she was here. I watched him dig his fingers into her eyes and yank their balls out. Her body was buried in the field, he made me dig.
When he first brought me here, Fred did not intend to keep me alive. I was to suffer the same fate as the other women before me. I don't know what made me scream out what I did but instead of "I have a family, please, don't kill me", I begged, "I'm a story teller, I can read you books, lots of books." Something obviously ticked because after that, he let me live. Although, being locked up in a dungeon with chains long enough to move around the room is not exactly living. It's merely breathing air.
Fred would sit and stare at my mouth for as long as I read. His face lit up. His eyes widened. "My stupid whore of a mother never read me anything." I asked if he would like to give reading a try. He slapped me and told me to never suggest him reading again if I wanted to live.
I read to Fred for almost a year when he asked if I wanted to see my daughter again.
"I'll bring her here. She can stay here with you, me, us."
I froze. "Please, don't! Please leave my family alone!"
That didn't sit too well with him. He glowered at me and left. The crazy look in his eyes told me that my worst nightmare was about to become reality.
I knew I had to do something, anything, before he left for town the next day. When he brought down dinner and watched me finish eating roast using a plastic knife and fork, then threw himself on top of me, as his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth hung open gasping for air, at his most vulnerable moment, I swung my chain around his neck, pushed him off and heaved myself on top of him. The plastic knife made a perfect instrument. With all the courage and desperation in me, I screamed and dug and twisted that little thing into his eye as if spooning it out. There was a reason for me eating in bed. He roared and swung his fist at me but I was quicker. I buried my face in his neck. My teeth sank deep into his flesh. I bit and chewed so hard that it felt as if all of my teeth could shatter. The taste of his blood, the thought of his carotid in my mouth, the things mothers do for their kids.
I do not know what will happen next. His family and friends may drop in looking for him and stumble upon me or I can starve to death in this place. His corpse may become quite appealing after a number of days. Maybe I won't give in. Maybe I will.
Don't toss a coin on that!
End.