M for Meet Me at Midnight in the Garden: #atozchallenge Fiction

Today’s story starter (in the beginning of the story below in bold) came from Arlee Bird, the founder of the A to Z Challenge. I loved the picture he sent me, by  AdaZdanowicz , because there is so much to the woman’s expression, and how that adds to entire atmosphere.
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Meet me at midnight in the garden,” said the man in the mask, only she knew exactly who he was.  She knew that voice, hot and sticky like molasses at supper time, because it had whispered many sweet nothings into her ear over the years, and some things not so sweet. And she had obeyed.
The smoke of his cigarette nauseated her, the fingers trailing on the satin shoulder of her alabaster gown made her want to turn around and do something noisy and abrupt, which would bring this sham of a costume party he had thrown for her birthday to a screeching halt. But she did no such thing. She knew the consequences only too well.

She left the party as the long hand of the clock inched towards twelve and made her way towards the gazebo where she knew he would be, a pair of rings nestling in a heart-shaped cushion on the table before him. The renewal of vows.

She flipped open her phone as it buzzed in her purse, shoulders bunched, then sagged in relief. She strode ahead, her stilettoed legs gleaming in the half-light, as they thrust through the slit in her gown. He would pay for it all tonight—the number of times he’d held their daughter outside the window when she threatened to leave him, for each time he said Sorry I didn’t hear you, say that again, for all the welts on that small defenseless body every time she refused to do his bidding. 

He would pay for them all, and then some. Their daughter was now beyond his reach, and of those who lived to obey him, even if he be no more.

Switchblade at the ready, she stepped before him as he stood unmasked, clouded in his cigarette smell. He kneeled to kiss her hand, following a decade-old ritual, Happy Birthday my darling, will you be mine?

I’m yours, her lips answered before she could stop them. Warm blood spattered her gown, scenting the air as he gurgled and fell, clutching at his throat. No more cigarette smells.

Say what, darling? she bent her head a little and smiled, Sorry I couldn’t hear you.

A to Z Stories of Life and Death

If you liked this story you might like some of the stories I wrote for my A to Z last year

As a co-host, I end with A to Z Challenge  reminders:
1. Turn off your word verification. It helps no one. You may moderate comments for a while if you’re unsure.
2. In your comment id, link only to your AZ blog, NOT your profile which may have five other blogs.

3. Leave a link to you when you comment.
4. Comment when you visit blogs. Start visiting with the blog below you on the linky list.
5. Make it easy for people to follow your blog and follow you on social media.

 

 

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  1. Nate Wilson

    Serves him right. He shouldn't have whispered sweet nothings; he should have whispered sweet somethings. (Also, all the threats and violence were probably a bad idea, too.) Well done.

  2. Nancy Stewart

    Terrific prose here. Glad I visited and joined your blog.

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    Thanks for sharing.

  3. Jocelyn Rish

    I thought the sentence, "I'm yours, her lips answered before she could stop them," was especially chilling (even though the one that comes after involves spattering blood). It just clearly shows the years of abuse. Nice job.

  4. Rachel Morgan

    Oh my goodness! Knowing that you often have "tragic" endings, I wasn't sure if the woman would be exact her revenge or if the man would somehow get her first. But there's a disturbing kind of relief at the end of this story.

  5. Rachel Morgan

    Oh my goodness! Knowing that you often have "tragic" endings, I wasn't sure if the woman would be exact her revenge or if the man would somehow get her first. But there's a disturbing kind of relief at the end of this story.