Picture It & Write

20 May

Picture It and Write 

By Tadalena Warner


Beverly and Alex have just finished an amazing steak dinner at the best bistro this side of Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire.  Upon returning to the cam

p, Alex announces he needs to return to town before the corner store closes.
“Okay” she says, kissing him through the car window.  “I’ll be here.  I love you.”“I’ll be right back, honey,” he says, before giving her a kiss.

“I love you too”

Walking through the house, she snatches a book before heading onto the porch overhanging the pond. Beverly heads straight through the left gate and onto the deck.  It’s late April and the weather is unnaturally warm for this time of year.  Disrobing her red wool overcoat, she lays it out before lying down.

He pours milk into her tea before even asking.  Little did she know, he laced it with oleander from the shrubs out back.  His years as an arborist gave him a fountain of knowledge.  In the right hands in an opportune moment, it could manifest a perfect crime.  This was such a moment.  Harold had grown tired of his wife’s constant nagging to have a baby.  He had his children with his first wife and did not want more, but within his courtship of wife number two, he neglected to make this little piece of knowledge known.  Had he told her, she would not have married him, let alone sleep with him before their wedding.  That was four years ago, and Rebecca’s growing impatience had taken its toll on her, him, and their marriage.  It didn’t help that Steven was laid-off from his long standing position as an air traffic controller or that he began not one, but two affairs from his wife’s tennis club.

“Here, sweetheart, try this new tea I found online.”  He said; handing her the rose teacup trimmed in gold.  It was part of her favorite tea set, given to her by her grandmother on their wedding day.

“But …” Was all she could get out before he poured the milk.  “Honey, you know I’m lactose-intolerant.”

“That’s why I used coconut-milk, babe.  It tastes a bit different from the original recipe, but it’s still good.”  Raising his own cup to his mouth, he motions Rebecca to do the same.  She’s hesitant, but goes ahead.  Harold is forever bringing her morsels of this and that for her to sample since he was laid-off.  He fancies himself a virtual Jacque Pepin or Alton Brown.  If it’s not a new hybrid of vegetable he’s grown in the garden, it’s an exotic dish from Zimbabwe or New Delhi.  He once order camel hoof from Quatar for a makeshift romantic dinner in their backyard.  However, this was not a time for romance.  This was the last straw to a very tiring and exhausting eight months of making excuse after excuse for why it was not a good time to have a baby.


4 Responses to “Picture It & Write”

  1. I HAVE A VOICE May 21, 2013 at 1:34 am #

    very intriguing !

    • Tad May 21, 2013 at 8:12 pm #

      Thank you.

  2. joetwo May 21, 2013 at 6:47 am #

    Poisoning seems to be a popular method of offing spouses this week! Nicely done!

    • Tad May 21, 2013 at 8:12 pm #

      Really? I haven’t noticed, perhaps I should read a few more to see the macabre of my fellow writer’s. As for me, I just finished reading Salinger’s Nine Stories. He offed three characters in the first three stories, not to mention an imaginary friend so it fell in line, so to speak.

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