Wednesday, November 15, 2006
New Beginning 157
Etta Pearson sits crossed legged in the middle of her grandmother’s old Harvest table. Her great bulking figure sits in repose. Her eyes are closed, elbows resting on solid slabs of legs, her palms cupped upwards towards the ceiling.
In front of her lies a calendar on which various dates are circled with a bright red marker. The circles represent the dates on which her husband, Jeffery, lost what little temper he had and beat her. She has circled, sighed, dated and initialed the calendar after each beating. Someone had told her long ago that that this would stand up in court as a legal document. Beside her lays a serrated knife, blood smearing the shiny sharp blade. The corn colored house dress she is wearing is drenched in his blood.
The woman sits unconcerned about the dead man who lays sprawled out on the clean white linoleum floor beside the table. Having cleaned the floor just before he came home from work, the blood distresses her but just a little. It will take many hours of scrubbing to rid the floor of so much sticky red blood.
Etta hears the sirens in the distance, drawing near with swift urgency. She knows they are coming for her and she is ready.
The doorbell rings.
"Come in," Etta says. "We're in the kitchen."
The paramedics are first. "Jeeze Louise, Etta," one of them says, "you really cut this sumbitch up but good. Help me get the pieces on the gurney, Hal."
The cops are next. "Whew, that's one dead wife-beater," Detective Joe Grit says.
"Yep," the other detective agrees. "Been waitin' for this one to happen."
Etta takes one last look around. She climbs down off the table and goes out to sit in the police car. It was easier than she thought to lose 180 pounds of loathsome fat.
Opening: Melissa J. Rees....Continuaton: Kate Thornton
Posted by Evil Editor at 11:55 PM