Short Story: An Conversation With F.W. By: Eric Blair

Welcome back! I am so grateful you all came back for our final installment of six degrees of happenstances. Right now we’re standing in the living room of Bradley and Marilyn Giovanni. We’ve just missed the tempestuous storm. I can still smell the raging emotions in the air; take a stiff. Can you smell the tension? Well let’s mosey on upstairs to their bathroom where Bradley and Marilyn currently are. Look at their family pictures, beautiful children, aye? Okay, I am about to open the bathroom door. Shhhhhh, quiet please.

 The Final Happenstance: Confessions From The Darkside

The bathroom door opens to the shocking sight of Bradley, a middle age slim built, balding White man sitting on the toilet covered in blood and a butcher knife at his feet. Blood is smeared all over the bathroom, on the walls, on the floor, in the shower, and on the shower curtain. On the mirror in blood it says, “I did this because I loved her.” In the peach bathtub, Marilyn’s leg dangles over the side. Marilyn’s high heel shoe is directly below her foot. Blood is dripping from her toe to her shoe. The only thing we’re able to see is Marilyn’s foot out of the bathtub. On the edge of the tub is Marilyn’s bloody handprint. Part of the curtain is ripped from the shower rings. The air is filled with blood, tears, rages, and chaos.

Bradley sits on the toilet slumped over looking down at his bloody hands.  He’s wearing a bloody, torn, once white shirt and black pants. Bradley looks disturbed from what just happened. Bradley clears his throat, “Mh um!” and then says, “I loved you. I have given you everything you wanted. This wonderful home, cars, jewelry, clothes, (more…)

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