Junkman
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I remember the first time I saw her. She was strolling through the fields, looking like she had dropped something.
Then she saw me and her face lit up. We connected instantly. She held me in her arms and offered to take me home with her. She said I was perfect and we were meant to be together. I felt the same way about her. Nothing so trite as love at first sight, just a practical understanding that we each satisfied a need in the other and life was going to be better for us both, together.
She drove and talked while I sat quietly. I am a good listener, but I especially liked listening to her. She knew so much about the world and what she wanted from it. I had never met anyone like her.
When we got to her house, she led me into the kitchen and introduced me to her family. Her children were adorable and I was pleased they liked me too. Then she introduced me to her husband. That was a bit awkward for me, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he made me feel right at home. He told me I would do just fine. She asked him if he was sure about this. He kissed her cheek and told her she did fine. Then he left the room so that we could be alone.
She then set about the kitchen preparing various things. Cutting boards, knives, and spoons. She was obviously very proficient in the kitchen.
Then she came to me and cradled me lovingly in her arms again. She said, “I am sure glad I found you. My time was running out. But now everything will be OK.”
Then she called out, “KIDS, COME INTO THE KITCHEN. WE’RE READY.”
Ready? I wasn’t ready. I was hoping for a little alone time first.
Then she reached for the knife.
It ended very quickly after that. She plunged it into my skin several times, cutting deeply with the skill of a surgeon. Her kids offered advice on where to cut next and encouraging her to continue.
Despite the pain, I didn't cry out. Her betrayal was worse than the assault on my body. I prayed for death to take me quickly but I lingered in my agony.
I don’t know what deity or Imp I must have annoyed to merit this end, yet here I was, stabbed and gutted, my flesh laying about me in gobs and spatters and my lifeforce slowly falling away into darkness.
Near the end, she held me again staring deeply into my eyes. She told me, “That’s much better.”
Then she stuck a Chemlight into me and set me on the front porch and the darkness took me.
Then she saw me and her face lit up. We connected instantly. She held me in her arms and offered to take me home with her. She said I was perfect and we were meant to be together. I felt the same way about her. Nothing so trite as love at first sight, just a practical understanding that we each satisfied a need in the other and life was going to be better for us both, together.
She drove and talked while I sat quietly. I am a good listener, but I especially liked listening to her. She knew so much about the world and what she wanted from it. I had never met anyone like her.
When we got to her house, she led me into the kitchen and introduced me to her family. Her children were adorable and I was pleased they liked me too. Then she introduced me to her husband. That was a bit awkward for me, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he made me feel right at home. He told me I would do just fine. She asked him if he was sure about this. He kissed her cheek and told her she did fine. Then he left the room so that we could be alone.
She then set about the kitchen preparing various things. Cutting boards, knives, and spoons. She was obviously very proficient in the kitchen.
Then she came to me and cradled me lovingly in her arms again. She said, “I am sure glad I found you. My time was running out. But now everything will be OK.”
Then she called out, “KIDS, COME INTO THE KITCHEN. WE’RE READY.”
Ready? I wasn’t ready. I was hoping for a little alone time first.
Then she reached for the knife.
It ended very quickly after that. She plunged it into my skin several times, cutting deeply with the skill of a surgeon. Her kids offered advice on where to cut next and encouraging her to continue.
Despite the pain, I didn't cry out. Her betrayal was worse than the assault on my body. I prayed for death to take me quickly but I lingered in my agony.
I don’t know what deity or Imp I must have annoyed to merit this end, yet here I was, stabbed and gutted, my flesh laying about me in gobs and spatters and my lifeforce slowly falling away into darkness.
Near the end, she held me again staring deeply into my eyes. She told me, “That’s much better.”
Then she stuck a Chemlight into me and set me on the front porch and the darkness took me.
