MELANCHOLY DAY LIGHT

I playfully wrestled with my love Laura Chastain in our town house, on another frosty night in Southeast, Georgia December. The “love birds,” people constantly called us clash humorously maintaining warmth. Fire blaze damps my body as I maneuvered victory. Our house holds hells heat every winter. Hotter than hell, Laura definitely toiled towards scheme. I ended the fight to further enjoy our time together before Laura scuttled off every morning at six o’clock to be present as second front man of a non-successful family grocery franchise ‘The List’. I open her blouse revealing the breast that drove me wild. I had Laura’s left breast in my mouth ahead of her pose. She pulls back I tug her closer kissing then licking the valley between. We giggled out loud disturbing no one we live alone. “Your mother uninvited me to the annual Chastain New Years Eve party on Cumberland Island. I asked why she told me to ask you.” Bizarre panic Laura aligns posture button her rose colored blouse, then turn not caring if she balanced. Studied her naive of any drama thinking affirmative explanations. “Erin I’m wedding someone else she’s not you and never will be; that fact is fine. My fiancé lingers tolerantly; I tell her it’s arduous clipping nine years.” Sturdy in one spot standing amazed black out didn’t happen. Some people crease subsequently regretting not standing their ground or collapse in tears. I stayed uniformed hoping to gain all answers to why she’d be so cruel. Nose flares eyes burn six layers of goose bumps cover my skin, bold question whispered across “What’s going on?” “Can’t decipher why you’d retain composure at breaking. Most men would be in my face with a fist. Lucky me I chose a polite one.” Puzzled! Laura derides me? Sparks flew out of my mouth. “Tramp! Piece of trash! Disgusting harlot! When? Why?” Fearful Laura paused. Never yelled those sentiments oppose to anyone, and wish not to Laura’s face. Eventually her body reacts to the heat, beads of sweat trickled down face and neck similar to being caught in rain. Laura out stretched her arms aspiring to hug me. “Come,” she said, “We’re friends in this natural life. Wedding other people will not shred all we’ve built. There is a great friendship here.” Not waiting for my harmony she rests on sofa head in hands. Affronted, I question could she bluntly end us? Hiding the face is a tactic meaning one-thing eliminating prolonged discussions. Enrage stun she endeavor such a move! Erin’s voice held importance beforehand and should persist no matter predicament. I clutch my pants pockets, keeping control delay marring her. From the inside temperature’s boiled body shook rapidly, nuts and bolts pop; yet sensitive eyes stayed floored. “Who is it? Why map your future without your companion of nine years? I want to be married! Laura give the ring to Erin.” Safeguarding serene amid us Laura clasps hands together. She grunt retorting nil. My eyes darted to her then to the fireplace. A grunt? Yes another “No.” Satan slid brass poker point into fires base. Evil verbalize, “Give a minute Erin, hell personally implore seared.” Not believing what witness my wicked eyes trailed over to Laura she remain unaware. Evil set hot tip poker in my focus hands, it rotated like a brass red fairest wheel. A door slam down the hall instant swift I turn in its direction. Bull’s-eye! The poker nailed where Laura ought to be, sofa insulation smolder! I race from den into hallway trying to remember path leading outside sauntering away from everything no longer mine. Jumping my scooter effortless thrust forward to the deliberately open gate ahead. My mind tossed a ruthless query: How many? How many ways can I kill Laura Chastain without getting caught? Every angle examined rounding to zero. Could veer back to conclude job; possibly score cleanup time. Impossible, she has undoubtedly contacted my parents and her… crackling of my radio reminding me of nippy climate. The bitter-icy weather and Laura’s words is a dead match. My mother Beverly voice shrieked shaky frighten. “Erin! We wish to be home. Jessica postpones conversation; perhaps later she can explain to a tranquil brother of choices she and Laura assemble.” Slam brakes roughly flipping over handlebars stunt devil format, landing on soft wet springy grass. Brain echoes nothing that prepares me for the news until a spark of electricity restore…