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azblond
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since 1999-07-01
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The Steamy Desert

0 posted 1999-09-26 11:07 PM




Jamie cleaned the house from top to bottom for the third time today. She swept behind the fridge, dusted behind the television, cleaned all the chrome on the faucets. There was not a single space that had not been touched with the scent of lemon fresh disinfectant. Her work was done.

He would be home soon, home to see all had been done perfectly this time. There would be nothing that could ignite his anger, not one thing left out of place. She had measured the spaces on the tables where the vases sat, made sure they were perfectly aligned. How excited she was to see him. How she wanted his world to be perfect when he stepped inside this house.

It was still more than an hour until he was due to arrive, so carefully she lay down on the bed, as still as she could, careful not to muss the linens, freshly washed and ironed. She would just rest for a moment, and then pull out the wrinkles. He would never see the indentations from where her slim body rested.

As her eyes closed, they filled with visions we call dreams. How real they seemed to Jamie. She saw him coming in, taking his looks around the house, his eyes taking in all, ready to notice one slight imperfection. There was none. He almost allowed himself to smile as he grabbed the measuring tape in the drawer and saw how perfectly everything had been placed.

He made his way upstairs, still observing, still taking in and inspecting every inch as he walked. He focused upon the bed, the curtains, the bureau. He nodded his approval, and Jamie almost allowed herself to exhale when he came closer to the bed, looked down upon the pillow where she had lain her tired head before. She was sure he would find nothing, she had arisen in plenty of time to make sure it was perfect, pulled the linens straight as can be.

He bent lower, and from the pillow produced a single flaxen piece of hair, tucked near the ruffle, unseen to most eyes. Anger flared in his, and he reached his hand backwards, smacking her hard enough that the sound resonated deep inside her brain. The blows came quickly after that, pounding and screaming, she didn’t have time to recover from one before another began. He tore apart the room and proceeded to do the same to the rest of the house.

Jamie slumped to the floor, bleeding, bruised, a hollow shell of the vibrant woman she had once been. Her eyes grew heavy, and she prayed for the sweet release. The light flickered beneath her heavy lids, and she saw the brilliant glow in the far distance. Her body felt weightless, she allowed herself to leave, be carried away.

She realized the mistake she had allowed herself to make in believing she was still asleep. Sometimes life is the nightmare, and the end is the dream.


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Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind...

© Copyright 1999 MiChelle Van Vleet - All Rights Reserved
DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396

1 posted 1999-09-27 12:39 PM


Very true my friend, 'tis indeed. Wonder I do why such subjects flow from your pen lately.

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Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©


johnt300
Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 214
san diego, ca.
2 posted 1999-09-27 07:55 AM


How sad...but very captivating. Thanks.
Tyson

Dragoness
Senior Member
since 1999-08-07
Posts 513

3 posted 1999-09-27 10:02 AM


Very haunting........great reading.

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Set you heart free and your mind will follow.

Systematic Decay
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since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301
That place with padded walls and funny people in white.........
4 posted 1999-09-27 03:12 PM


Its a thing that makes me sivck t think about and angry too that suck people exist in the world, and that there is not a thing we can do about it. The last line is in many cases so very true. Great story.

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"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage."
-Billy Corgan-

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