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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Flash / Mini / Very Short
- Published: 12/14/2019
Kanira returned from her husband’s funeral and declared a month’s holiday to all the servants in the mansion. The bankers, car insurance officers and police-men who were waiting for her arrival, took her signatures and left. Loss of her husband at such an early age was a blow to her… Car accidents never occur at a particular age! The entire mansion was silent now. She remembered all the old days and ran towards her bedroom. The sound of her heels echoed in the dead quiet mansion. She sat on her bed, gazed at the ivory ceiling, lay down for a moment and thought aimlessly. After few minutes she turned in her bed and reached the drawer of the dressing table, pulling it open. She took out a comb and stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair. A tear formed at the corner of her eye and soon trickled down her rosy cheek. She went on brushing. Another tear formed, and it too fell down... She continued brushing…More tears formed and fell…She continued brushing. Now her eyes were blood red and sea was gushing from them…At last, she let out a squeal and wept wholeheartedly. Then she calmed down wiping her eyes and started brushing her hair again. A breeze entered through the window blowing her hair, and she combed them again. She noticed that she looked beautiful while crying. Her eyes, and cheeks, and lips, looked red. There was no need of make-up. She stood in different angles and smiled a bit. Now, she noticed that she looked more beautiful while smiling. Oh god! When does one look most beautiful? She thought to herself and threw off her engagement ring. ‘Maybe, when one is free!’ She boasted and looked into the mirror for one more time. This time she looked most beautiful! She started combing her hair again and thought about her tyrant husband who was nothing less than a demon. A tear formed at the corner of her eye, trickled down her rosy cheek and she inhaled deeply, feeling proud of herself. She was successful to turn the murder into an accident, and that was her first successful attempt since she got married…
Breathing became a bliss then onward...
The Last Teardrop(Rati J.)
Kanira returned from her husband’s funeral and declared a month’s holiday to all the servants in the mansion. The bankers, car insurance officers and police-men who were waiting for her arrival, took her signatures and left. Loss of her husband at such an early age was a blow to her… Car accidents never occur at a particular age! The entire mansion was silent now. She remembered all the old days and ran towards her bedroom. The sound of her heels echoed in the dead quiet mansion. She sat on her bed, gazed at the ivory ceiling, lay down for a moment and thought aimlessly. After few minutes she turned in her bed and reached the drawer of the dressing table, pulling it open. She took out a comb and stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair. A tear formed at the corner of her eye and soon trickled down her rosy cheek. She went on brushing. Another tear formed, and it too fell down... She continued brushing…More tears formed and fell…She continued brushing. Now her eyes were blood red and sea was gushing from them…At last, she let out a squeal and wept wholeheartedly. Then she calmed down wiping her eyes and started brushing her hair again. A breeze entered through the window blowing her hair, and she combed them again. She noticed that she looked beautiful while crying. Her eyes, and cheeks, and lips, looked red. There was no need of make-up. She stood in different angles and smiled a bit. Now, she noticed that she looked more beautiful while smiling. Oh god! When does one look most beautiful? She thought to herself and threw off her engagement ring. ‘Maybe, when one is free!’ She boasted and looked into the mirror for one more time. This time she looked most beautiful! She started combing her hair again and thought about her tyrant husband who was nothing less than a demon. A tear formed at the corner of her eye, trickled down her rosy cheek and she inhaled deeply, feeling proud of herself. She was successful to turn the murder into an accident, and that was her first successful attempt since she got married…
Breathing became a bliss then onward...
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JD
12/14/2019I could not help but question your line: "Car accidents never occur at a particular age!", because car accidents occur at any age and any time and there is no age at which they do not occur. But other than this, I thought your story was well thought out and interesting, and felt some sort of satisfaction in knowing that she got away with doing away with her husband, since he was a "tyrant". All 'tyrants' should meet such a fate, if they cannot be stopped or changed for the better through other means. And I know that many wives of tyrants are the ones who end up dead, often after they try to leave, or abused into a long suffering prison of submission from which they never escape. So I enjoy stories about women who are able to triumph over the tyrants in their lives. Of course, I'm not advocating for all wives of all tyrants to act in a similar way, since most will not be so lucky as to get away with it, but I do like the idea that someone did. So thanks for providing the catharsis of evil but poetic justice, Rati! :-)
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Rati J.
12/15/2019Hello ma'am,
Thanks for bringing an error to my notice regarding the sentence, "Car accidents never occur at a particular age!" I will take care of the clarity hereafter.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my story :-))
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