Showing posts with label Happily Ever After. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happily Ever After. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

On the Conclusion to the Cabin: A Short

In order to truly understand and appreciate this story you need to read this post first.

Now for the dramatic conclusion to K.K. Sierra's short, the Cabin.

Written, by, yours truly.



The Cabin II: A Short 


The assassin watched from the shadow of the woods, breath steady, body lying prone in the cold, white snow.  The woman had stepped inside moments earlier, and the assassin waited patiently for her inevitable exit.
It wouldn't take long. The man she was married to was snuggled up inside with one of her male cousins and two girls young enough to have watched and enjoyed that annoying show with the dancing creatures that spoke gibberish at each other.  
A patch of orange light illuminated the darkness as the door opened and the woman stepped onto the slick wooden porch. The assassin heard enough of the woman's words to understand the position she'd found her husband in.
A smile curved lips too often serious.  The woman wouldn't have to worry long, the assassin thought.
"Babe, wait. " A man, her husband, the assassin knew, ran out behind her. "It's not what it looked like. I can explain."
"Actions speak louder than any words you'll ever say."
"But, honey, you know I love you."
"No. What I do know is first thing tomorrow morning I'm going to my attorney's office. We're over."
"You don't mean that. Think of the children."
The woman laughed, and the sound traveled over the silent yard to the assassin.
"Funny thing, I am thinking of the children. One of us has to."
"I always--" the man's words were cut off, and his eyes widened in shock as a perfectly round hole appeared in his forehead.
The woman screamed, maybe in fear, possibly in shock, but the assassin preferred to think the scream was one of relief. Relief that she'd been spared--not that she'd ever had to worry, or relief that her nightmare marriage was truly and finally over.
When the authorities arrived the assassin was long gone, and there was no sign that a presence had been lying in wait in the woods outside the cabin.
If the woman knew who'd pulled the trigger, she never let on, but she did send her best friend a bottle of her favorite wine with a note attached that simply read, I heart you.



Friday, September 16, 2011

On Flash Fiction Friday: Happily Ever After





Happily Ever After
There was a time when I believed love would save me.  When the man in front of me was my 'it'. I thought we were the lucky ones. The ones who'd found true love.
Too bad my Prince Charming was absent from fairytale class the day they covered 'happily ever after'.
"Honey. Babe, I can explain." The man who'd promised to love, honor, and cherish me tried to scoot away, but my foot resting on his prized possession made it difficult.
"No, Babe. You don't need to explain. In fact, the only thing you need to do is sign the divorce papers. I forgave your first indiscretion. Against my better judgment I forgave your second too. Looks like third time's a charm--or is it three strikes and you're out?"
"Come on, Babe. You don't really mean that. It won't happen again, I swear!" His voice rose an octave on the last word when I shifted the spike heel of my new shiny black leather boots.
"You're right, Jason. It won't happen again. Sign the papers, and I might just let you keep your friends."
His throat worked furiously, and I smiled.
"Alright. Alright. I'll do it... just get that torture device away from me!"
I ignored his demand to remove my foot and handed him the pen and papers. When his signature was affixed to each page I stepped away.
A smile tugged at my lips. It was time my story had a better ending.
"What happens now?" he asked eying me wearily.
 "What happens at the end of all fairytales," I said as I walked to the door. "She lived happily ever after."




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