Today we bring you the February winner of The Electric Discounter Writing Competition:
A Night to Remember
Winner February 2013 TED Writing Competition
It was exactly one month later. Katrina dialled the number she had been itching to dial for so many days. Ever since the night Andy had come looking very different from his usual crisp clean sight. This night his shirt was crumpled, his breath had strong traces of whiskey. Night after night the same routine happened and not once did Kat say a word. On this particular night Kat had come home earlier than usual, as she came through the door she heard the familiar sound of Michael Buble playing on the stereo. Hearing her favourite song, she smiled to herself. But then she heard something that shocked that smile right off her lips. She heard the sound of high pitched girly laughter followed by the usually very absent booming mellow laugh which belonged to Andy. So it was all true, everything she had expected, Andy wasn’t happy with her and was finding bliss with another woman. With nothing but a breaking heart and clouded mind, Kat turned and left the house.
Dialling the number Kat felt strong, independent with not a single trace of fear or regret. Just as the phone began to ring, she put the phone down hanging up. Why bother going through the trouble of hiring someone. If you want something done right, do it yourself.
Weeks had gone past and Kat and Andy had flitted through day by day as if nothing was wrong. Of course beneath it all, there was an absence of the long forgotten warmth of their marriage. Still, Kat kept up her custom smile and Andy continued to run through excuses of why he was out late and letting his place at the table gather dust.
It was the night before Kat and Andy’s 7th wedding anniversary. It had been forecast to storm and everyone was advised to stay indoors for the night. This night was the night that would bring a change to everyone’s lives.
The rain had started and Andy was on his way home from work, earlier Kat had called saying she wouldn’t be home til morning. Opening the door to his home, the sound of Michael Buble was once again heard, through the ears of another. Turning on the hallway light Andy found a deep scarlet rose laying on the floor along with a note reading, “Upstairs”. Feeling overwhelmed with excitement and a gratitude that his wife wasn’t home he took off his rain drenched coat and started up the stairs. At the top of the stairs Andy found yet another rose and note, “in the bedroom”. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling off his tie, vaguely listening to the blaring romantic words of Buble’, he opened the door to the bedroom.
With a wide eyed gasp of horror and despair, he saw the sight of the woman he had loved above his wife. She was lying in a peaceful form on the bed with her hair splayed around her face, perfect as a doll. The imperfection she beheld was the grotesque bloody hole in her chest where her heart once laid beating.
Thinking he was going to be sick Andy turned and walked into the bathroom turning on the light. Suddenly stumbling backwards, written on the mirror was a message in fresh scarlet blood, “you’re next”. Suddenly another reflection joined Andy’s in the mirror. There Kat was, holding in one hand a dripping wet knife and in the other a small but lethal shot gun pointed right at his heart. Andy turned to face Kat, opened his mouth to plead with her, tell her to please stop and let him go. She smiled.
They say “blood is thicker than water”, can’t be so sure it’s true now. Looking down at her now dead husband’s body Kat can see clearly that his blood and the blood of his dead mistress, is just as thin as water.
Their blood is as thin as the tears that will not come, as thin as the water cleansing her scarlet stained hands. They had to die, had to! After what the two of them had put Kat through, she was messed up; sneaking around, secret meetings, stolen kisses. Lust is one of the deadly sins after all, but then again so is envy, so they both had some troubles it seems.
Stepping around the lifeless body, he will be nameless in death; she makes her way up to her bed where the empty chested woman lies wide eyed. She was beautiful yes, very beautiful, even in death. The ocean will enjoy her, maybe more than Andy did.
Kat places the dead beauty in a chest she’d found in the basement while thinking of where she will “find” her husband’s dead body. It had to be staged perfectly; this find would have to be simple, because less is more. The man in the bathroom will be front page news with Kat highlighted as the mourning widowed wife.
The trip to the harbour was an easy one, all Kat had to do was slide the body filled chest into the water. It was light after all, the chest; the body had been drained of most fluids already, soaked up on the sheets at home.
Kat had to wait until late that night to move her husband’s body to an alley way a few blocks away. It was harder than with the chest. Moving a body compared to dropping off a chest could look far more suspicious believe it or not. Kat had to be sneaky and sly like a cat, quick and agile.
Leaving him by the dumpsters, Kat made her way back home and up to her bedroom where she stripped the blood soaked sheets, placing them in an old bucket. Taking it downstairs and burning them. All evidence must be taken care of, but really who would ever suspect her. The wait for morning would tell.
Morning came and Kat was ready.
Making her way down the block towards her usual coffee place screaming could be heard, yelling a in the far distance, a siren.
She smiled to herself.