Thursday, 25 February 2010
HAPPY NOW? by K. Patrick Moody
He cupped her cheek in his hand and wiped away the tear with his thumb; the blood from his hand smudged it across her face like war paint. She was quiet now.
I'm going. I won't be home tonight so don't wait up for me.
He stood next to her, the knife in his right hand dripped onto her once white blouse. The press would describe it as a frenzied attack, multiple stab wounds.
They don't know the half of it!
"I've put up with you for five years." his voice wavered. "I'm sorry, I just don't know what else I can do to make you happy."
Tears flowed down his face turning the spattered blood into a grotesque mask. He stepped back from her body. He loved her more than any other, but she was never satisfied. Jewellery, clothes, cars, the best restaurants; she took everything but gave nothing; just that awful sneer. He turned to leave, but as he did there was the faintest sound.
"You're still alive! You bitch! Even that wasn't enough for you!" He grabbed her hair and twisted back her head, exposing the smooth flesh of her neck, and raised the knife again.
K Patrick Moody enjoys writing flash fiction and has, thanks to the National Novel Writers Month, two short novels to edit, one fantasy, one sci-fi. He produces non-fiction for two news letters and the web. By day it is IT customer support and its associated technical writing.
Further examples of his work can be found at http://scratchypen.wordpress.com