Here’s 3WW I didn’t mean to write what I did. It just came out.
“Don’t give me that shit,” she said. He stared at her. She seemed so calm as she questioned his authority. She had always did what he asked of her. He was efficient. He knew what was best.
She fiercely cut the tomatoes. He was mesmerized as he watched. Chop. Chop. She seemed to optimize each chop. Chop. Put bowl in sink. Rinse. After she put the bowl in the dishwasher she took a cucumber out of the fridge. He watched her chop it quickly and deftly.
He had never seen a person cut with such precision. Each piece was tiny and perfect. Better than the results from a food processor or mandolin. Not that he had ever seen a person use one. He watched a lot of late night TV ads.
She mixed the tomatoes and cucumbers with a bit of olive oil and vinegar. “Here,’ she said smiling, “Israeli salad made just for you.”
What was she really saying? Was the Mossad coming for him? He wished he hadn’t smoked so much pot. She was better at that than him. Not that he would admit it. She never became paranoid. She never smoked before breakfast, or during the day now that he thought about it.
He looked at her. She had the same mousey hair, pinched face and bad posture that she had since he began keeping her in the cage only letting her out to cook meals for him. He thought she had become more compliant. He would have never let her use the knives if he thought….No, that was his fantasy. She just looked like she belonged in a cage. He had many fantasies all involving her and places she couldn’t emerge whole from.
He watched in amazement as the treacherous bitch stuck one of the knives through his heart and calmly walked out of the room.
As he lay dying he heard her say to somebody: “he’s so gone he probably thinks I stuck a knife in him. Thanks for the LSD. Let’s get out of here.”
“Don’t you want to call the cops?”
“No, I just want my life back. Somewhere far far away.”
I was angry. My first plumbing emergency that I actually had to pay for. Or it might not have been, anyway that was yesterday….
An intriguing tale. I liked it.
Dark and rich and I love it. More than a bit scary – backatcha. This is fantastic stuff.
Stephen King and I approve!
This is a fine write!
Phew, I wasn’t expecting that, then again, I didn’t have any LSD! Nicely!!
Perfect ending. Loved the build up!
Dark, mysterious, passionate. Very well written.
Anger becomes you, Pia Allen Poe.
oops – allan
Scary. Dark. Nice one
This is well written, kept me absorbed throughout. I’m sorry about your rough week, messed about by the inconsiderate/cruel actions of another. I’ve been there, and know the anger and the pain behind the anger.
Very good. As to the post above, I can confirm that in person, Pia is only audible if you sit close.
From Iron Chef to Xavier Hollander to Lizzy Borden! Whew! All in the breadth of a few paragraphs. That was fantastic, Pia!
I wanted MORE pia! GREAT story LovE the ending..
How is it that everything you write impresses me as if the writing is effortless for you? Kickass piece, Pia. Glad I came by. Thanks.
I like the way you raise questions and muddle reality in this piece.
Wow Pia! This is a different side of you–interesting twists with the piece. Well done, you should be proud of it.
i get it…and i don’t do drugs (anymore-grin)
Haha. Beware of a woman who is a little too good with a knife, eh? This had a very Colliding Worlds vibe to it, except past instead of future.
I’m glad I missed the LSD era. I think I could have easily become addicted.
Here’s 3WW I didn’t mean to write what I did. It just came out.
The reader never lies.
Good read! She indeed was too intelligent and dexterous for him!