She stood facing the open window with her back to the door. He watched her back, his feet planted on the floor. The room was chilly and he wanted to go to her, comfort her. It was dark; the breeze had blown the candles out. He fumbled in his pocket for a match to relight them. She drew the shawl across her shoulders and shuddered.
She turned to face him as he struck the match. The fire went out. She pursed her lips as she watched the burned match slip from his fingers. She sighed when it hit the floor, as if the sound annoyed her.
“No.”
“But...what do you mean? You...I'm sorry Beatrice, but you can't say no.”
“I just did.”
She tossed the shawl onto the dusty bedspread and brushed past him. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.
“Ronald! Stop it, you're hurting me!”
“I don't wanna hurt you Bea, but you can't say no. The Guild demands that you come.”
“Fine, but does it have to be now? I'm tired and confused and in shock. I don't believe he's dead, Ron.” Beatrice clasped her hands in front of her heart. The light shined through her untidy hair from the hall behind her, casting her pregnant belly in shadows. Her hands, once so slim and elegant, now looked thin and pale. Her fingers were wrinkled and ashy, the knuckles raw and pink and bony.
Ronald gazed up into her eyes and his heart stopped. Her face was smooth, but colorless and drawn. Had her lips always been so thin? He remembered pouty lips that begged to be sucked and nibbled. Her dark wavy hair was dry and frizzy and stood up framing her face. Her eyes were brimming with tears. He would break if she started to cry.
“I know. It's a shock to us all. The Guild just wants to protect you, and the baby. Please, Beatrice, come with me. Your apartments have be...
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...olled down the stairs. He screamed louder.
“Cole loved you like a brother, Ronald. And you betrayed him.”
“I never...you were the one who grabbed...my cock...” He screamed his rage and pain at her.
“No, Ronald. Not that.” She almost looked sad when she said it.
But then, Ronald saw her leap into the air, and then all her saw was her black hair, dry and disheveled, flying all about her face. Her wild hair blocked out the light and then she was upon him.
He wavered between ecstasy and fear, consciousness and and sweet black nothing as she lay straddled on top of him, sucking and slurping at his neck like a hungry babe on the teat. It was only when she sat up and gazed down at him like a sated lover that he realized what was missing.
“Your...your stomach...what happened...baby?
“There was no baby; there never was. Now, sleep, Ronald. Sleep forever.”
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I peeled open my eyes, feeling the cloth beneath me. It feels like night now but I can see the light shine through the logs on my roof. I pushed myself from my unsteady bed and walked downstairs. My brother, Devrik, greeted me with a good-bye as he walked out the door to work with our father in the fields. Today was my day to milk the cow. I walked over to my chest in the corner of the room. 'Lillian Cartwright' was engraved into the chest. I shuffled my hands through the chest looking for my Bible. I soon picked up the leather wrapped book and placed it on the table side next to the chest. I went back to the chest and picked up my skirt my aunt had just made for me and started to wash it. I then went outside to lay it on the string outside to dry.
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She lifted the hat one more time and set it down slowly on her head. Two wings of gray hair protruded on either side of her florid face, but her eyes, sky-blue, were as innocent as they must have been when she was ten. Where it not that she was a widow who had struggled fiercely to feed and clothe and put him through school and who was supporting him still, “until he got on his feet,” she might have been a little girl that he had to take to town.
“Did you… did you just try to kill me?” he mumbled, clearly still in shock. She nodded slowly. Her husband glanced again at the piece of deformed meat she still held in her hand.
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It was the cold that had given me the certainty of my solitude. "Now I feel it," I said. And it's strange because the night is quiet. Maybe the sheet fell off." She didn't answer. Again she began to move toward the mirror and I turned again in the chair, keeping my back to her.
There was no table laid out, or a fire burning, and she was unwillingly offered to help her new husband light it and cook their dinner, if there was any. She soon offered to clean up the place. The next day he made her put on a raggedy gown and old shoes. When she was cleaning the house, he left and returned a few hours late. He came back with Willow branches and a variety of leaves, flowers, and twigs.
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“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
“He’s right,” one from behind him announced. “It’s warmer.” The stranger turned and saw a figure slowly stepping toward the fire. “I can open my eyes now,” she proclaimed. “I can see.”
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.