Scarlet Woman

Mar 07, 2008 - 22:18 PM PST

RING… Five minutes early, as always. I check myself in the mirror and head for the front door. I open it to find a beautiful tall woman wearing a gorgeous scarlet dress, the same woman I see every Wednesday at five minutes to eight. We enter the house and she takes her usual seat on the right side of the scarlet day bed. I pour her usual drink and take my place next to her. We converse on various subjects while we slowly sip away the drinks in our hands. I stare into her eyes, watching them sparkle and shine. Now I stand and offer that we step into the study. We enter the study, a room light dimly by a single lamp placed on a desk with bookshelves surrounding it on all the walls except in the far right corner were a bar and recorded player rest. I stare into her eyes yet again to see the beauty behind them as she lets her burnet hair fall from the her head to her shoulders.
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Sitting next to the half empty bottle of whiskey, which was happily placed full at the bar moments ago, and empty glass lays the hot smoking revolver. Lying on the floor beside me lays the lifeless body with cold, thick blood spilling out of its mouth. I pour myself another glass of whiskey and pick up the revolver.
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I wake in the middle of the night, my body uneasy and restless. I rise from the warm bed and step down on to the cold, creaky wood floor. And start the journey down the ever more creaky stairs. I walk slow and careful trying not to squeak the stairs unnecessarily. Open the old heavy wooden door to the kitchen. I progress toward the dirty refrigerator as coach roaches scatter. I open the refrigerator hoping that there might be a little food. As the un-oiled door larges forward I hear a loud ear piercing bang. I quickly run to the door and out onto the poorly light dirt road. I look to the house across from our own and notice a lamp dimly lighting a table that looks like there is a half empty bottle of whiskey. I slowly walk toward the front door of the house wondering if anyone would be inside. As I slowly begin to turn the doorknob the door gradually creeks forward. I walk in hesitantly. I look down the hallway to see the dimly light desk with a now empty bottle of whiskey and a revolver. I slowly and carefully advance toward the unbearably quite room. Before I enter the room I hear a record begin to play a slow jazzy song. I stop suddenly as the music pours out of the once quite room. Out of my bad decision making, I enter the room. I look down to the ground to see a lady in a beautiful scarlet dress lying cold dead with blood pooled around her innocent mouth. I gasp and take a leap backward realizing what had happened. I leap backward just in time for my head to meet with a silver serving tray.
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He falls to the floor next to my lover’s body. I drop the tray down on top of their lifeless bodies and grab another bottle of whiskey. I resume my seat at the desk and drink from the depths of the bottle. I begin to relax as the calm jazz music fills my head. The now cooled revolver begins to look more and more appealing with it beautiful shine of the perfectly polished silver. I finish off the bottle of light brown whiskey and reach for the revolver. I raise it up next to my head at the leave of my temples. Never once have I thought the things I do now. I slowly begin to lock back the firing arm....