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Midnight Conversations : Flash Fiction by TMDavidWest(f): 9:13pm On May 16, 2018 |
© TM David-West All Rights Reserved. *-* “Why did you do it?” I couldn’t think of a reason, so I didn’t answer. “I need to know why. Maybe it will bring me some kind of rest.” I still said nothing. “I thought we were happy together. I thought we wanted to share a long life together.” I hadn’t been happy, not for a long time. And I’d never wanted to share a life with him. But I wasn’t going to say that. “Did you ever love me?” This wasn’t a new question. It baffled me why he repeated it. “I loved you. I loved you very much.” I knew that. He didn’t have to tell me for me to know. I’ve always known. “You were everything dear to me. I would never have wanted to live without you. You were the very air I breathed. I lived for you.” No one can be the air anyone breathed. I wanted to tell him that, but I held the words in. He had lived his life for me, but I had only wished that he’d lived for himself. It’d been such a burden. A burden I couldn’t bear anymore. “I wanted a child with you. I thought you wanted the same.” I never did. I never wanted a child. Never with him. “Why did you do it? Tell me. Why?” Because he was such a burden. Because I needed to live again. And for myself. “What did I do wrong?” Nothing. Everything. “What did I do to deserve this?” He was him. That was his crime. He was who he was. “Did I even deserve this?” Maybe not. But I deserve to live free again. “Talk to me. Tell me why. Don’t just keep silent. Speak. I need to know why.” It would change nothing. If he knew why, it would change nothing. “You won’t speak. You won’t tell me why. I am torn. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. If to go. How can I live without you?” This I could answer. This I had the answer to. “You can’t live. You are dead. You will forever be dead, never to live again.” I said the words and I realised that I would do it again if once wasn’t enough. I would kill him again. I would poison his drink and watch him writhe and spit blood until he died at my feet. I would do it again, if once wasn’t enough. “Why?” I heard the muttered question. It was a heartbroken whisper. I turned away and stared at the padded walls of my cell. I would not speak again to him. Not tonight. -- http://lifeandspices.com/ 3 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Midnight Conversations : Flash Fiction by rachealfst(f): 1:28pm On May 17, 2018 |
Nice one ma. It's nice having you around. God bless you. 1 Like |
Re: Midnight Conversations : Flash Fiction by TMDavidWest(f): 10:58pm On May 17, 2018 |
rachealfst: Thank you |
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