Silence - #2
Walking up the steps to my white house I noticed a faint chill in the air. Thinking nothing of it I shrugged and continued on my way through the chestnut door. I walked through the small foyer and into the kitchen to get a cold glass of ice water. I looked out the window above the sink and saw my wife in the yard working in her garden. Oh how she loves her garden. I decided to go out and greet her and ask how her day was. As I walked out she stood up with slight stiffness, the garden shovel in hand. Her white knuckles clenched around the wooden handle, she lifted her bronzed arm with the shovel over her head and clasped her other hand around the handle as well. She said nothing. As I realized what she was about to do I picked up my heavy legs and ran to her, my stride not seeming to be long enough. Too late I reached her. She brought the dirt covered piece of steel down to her head and thrust it through her skull. As her body crumbled to the ground I caught her, with a strained effort I slowly brought her to the ground. Her limp body spread over my lap and arms, our bodies connected through a continuous sheet of red. Oh God! Why! No! I wept and wept, not
knowing what to do, so I screamed. Even to me it sounded as something was dying. Fit for the occasion it was. I was dying, dying inside… quickly.
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