The prompt song this week was:
Lacuna - End of Time
He’d called her earlier in the day to confirm the time he
was coming home. She couldn’t wait; the house was immaculate, and the dining
room all laid out. She’d even polished the silver candelabra.
As dusk approached she prepared the food. He liked it meaty,
he liked lots of it, so she had gone beyond her usual expertise, but it worked
as she set the dishes.
Then she got herself ready, slipping into a comfortable and
sexy black dress. She knew he’d like it. She smiled. It was perfect; he
wouldn’t know what hit him. She giggled. No, he wouldn’t, but that was how she
wanted it.
She heard his car and glided down the ornate staircase,
hovering on the bottom step as she heard his footsteps on the gravel path. He
opened the door and paused when he saw her. His greeting caught in his throat
as his eyes swept over her.
“Avril, you look…amazing.”
“Thank you Paul.”
He shut the door behind him and put his brief case down. She
could see a question forming in his eyes.
“You want to ask me why, don’t you?”
He stammered as he replied, “Well yes, I do, I…is there a
reason?”
Avril smiled at him. “We’ll get to that later, first I want
you to enjoy it all.”
She saw the crease flutter across his temple, but he remained
silent while she led him to the dining room. When he saw the presentation of
their meal he stood in the doorway blinking, and let out a slight laugh.
“Come closer, take a look at what I’ve prepared.”
“You’ve prepared? You mean this wasn’t catered?” Paul
stumbled forward, peeking under the lids of the huge tureens. It looked divine.
He sat down at the head of the table, and Avril sat at his
side. She wanted to be close to him and share the intimacy of the moment.
He watched her serve him, laughing as she piled all the food
on to his plate, relaxing a little as she piled it on her own too. He watched
her tuck in first before starting in on his, and they sat gorging themselves on
all the meaty delights.
Then she brought over a bottle of red wine she’d opened
earlier. She poured a healthy quantity into both of their wine glasses,
laughing as he raised his and took several swallows from it.
Then his demure changed, the smile sliding from his lips.
“There’s something in this, isn’t there?”
She nodded while she sipped at hers.
“But you’ve got the same, haven’t you?”
She nodded again and gave a small smile as she said, “I’m
not about to let you go out alone. We started out together and we’ll end
together.”
His eyes flashed with fear and rage as he regarded the
glass, and threw the contents across the room.
“I knew this was too good to be true! You haven’t done
anything like this for me in years.”
“You haven’t wanted me to; you’ve had ‘her’ to do it for
you.”
His rage dropped, but the fear remained. He swallowed. “You
mean, Larissa?”
“Yes dear, Larissa. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did
you think I would be okay with it continuing under my nose?”
“What have you done?” He whispered.
Avril waved her arm at the table in front of them. “I
decided to celebrate with a meal; a last supper if you will, while the poison
does its work.
Paul could feel his legs tingling. “But I haven’t drunk
enough.”
“It wasn’t just in the wine dear.” Sweat beads were breaking
out on Avril’s forehead and she dabbed them with a napkin.
“The meat?” Paul’s mouth felt strange, the edges had started
twitching.
“Yes, I marinated her well, Paul.”
Paul managed to whisper, “Her?” as he started to slide down
the chair.
Avril was also struggling. Her glass dropped from her hand
as her arm went limp, but she managed a giggled, and said, “Yes, Larissa. She had
more meat on her than I thought. She tasted pretty good too, don’t you think?”
The frozen look of horror completed it for her as she
grinned her way into death.
Deliciously wicked! What a horrific way for Paul (and Larissa!) to go. xx
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