This is the eighth part of a fiction serial, in 844 words.
George waited as his wife appeared to be composing her thoughts into words. He had no idea why she wanted a serious talk, or what that might be about. When she started talking, he was genuinely shocked.
“I think we need to talk about splitting up, George. Ever since you retired it is obvious to me that we have so little in common. I don’t want to travel around the country every week, and I have my own hobbies and friends that hold nothing of interest to you. When we were both working, we went through the motions, because that’s what people do, isn’t it? But stuck together in the house day in and day out, surely you can see that it has all become rather pointless?”
He didn’t know what to say in reply, so sipped the hot tea carefully and waited for her to continue.
“It’s not that we don’t love each other, but that love has become a habit. There is no passion, no spark, we don’t even really argue. Every day was the same, at least until recently. Then you bought that silly car and started travelling around, and I think that’s when I realised we certainly don’t want the same things out of life. The house is worth twenty times what we paid for it all those years ago, and we don’t owe a penny to anyone. We could sell up and both buy a nice flat, as well as having some money left over. There would be no need not to see each other, we could remain friends, but I suddenly feel the need for some freedom, to explore something different in life. Much like you have been doing, but in another way”.
She seemed relieved, almost as if she had made a confession. Her face relaxed, and she managed a smile.
“What do you think, love? It must make sense to you, I’m sure. Think about it for a while while I do some of my crochet in the dining room, and we can talk later”.
Left on his own with his thoughts, George was conflicted. A new flat and freedom to do anything sounded good to him, but he also liked the comfortable life, the company in the evenings, and he loved their house. He was sure they could work something out around staying together, each doing their own interests and still being a couple. When Eileen came back into the room an hour later, that was exactly what he said to her. Her reaction was surprising.
“That won’t work for me, I’m afraid. I have given it a lot of thought, and quite frankly, I don’t need your approval to do what I want. I have made an enquiry about renting a place until the house is sold, and we need to get someone in from town to value the house and put it on the market. Let’s not waste our latter years in retirement by dragging this out, George. You can stay here if you want, but you will have to agree to show potential buyers around, and keep the house tidy. Or if you prefer, you can take on the rental flat, and I will stay here. What do you say?”
For the first time in his life, George felt rage. Not annoyance or irritation, not even anger. Pure rage. Then he did something he had never even thought he would do.
Standing up, he walked to where his wife was sitting and slapped her hard across her face. Harder than he had intended, hard enough to knock her out of the armchair onto the floor. As soon as he realised what he had done, he felt terrible. But it was too late, he could see that in her face as she got slowly to her feet.
“That is never going to happen again. You are going to have to leave today, and take on the rental flat. Stay in a hotel until you sign the papers, I don’t care what you do. I am going upstairs to pack some of your things, and I don’t want you to speak to me”. Her face contorted into something resembling a sneer.
“Now I didn’t want to tell you this, but I have been seeing someone. A younger man, a man who makes me feel desired and alive. I want to continue to see him, so that’s it. We are over”.
She was at the top of the stairs by the bedroom door when he caught up to her. He wanted to shake some sense into her, vent the frustration he felt. But as he reached out to grab her, his hand caught the material of her dress and tipped her backwards. He watched as if in a dream as his wife tumbled past him down the stairs, falling over and over until she hit the bottom step. When he walked down, he noticed something strange. Her head was facing the wrong way.
Even someone with no medical knowledge whatsoever could tell her neck was broken.
A twist in the tale, and the head 🙂
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Yes, a twisted neck for poor Eileen.
Cheers, Pete.
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What a twist, but the sign for this were given. Sorry, Pete! Now i know what most told about the virus. Last Monday it seems i had an appointment with it. This last horrible week followed, and i felt the whole days like someone is humping on my inner breakes. What a turn, but the sign were visible long ago. Excuse, Pete! Now I know what to say about this virus. Last Monday, I seem to have had an very first appointment with him. That was followed by the last terrible week, and I felt slowed down. Best wishes, Michael
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Sorry to hear that you have been unwell, Michael. I hope you make a full recovery.
Thanks for all the reblogs and Twitter shares.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks, Pete! I think i won the battle. 😉 It seems this virus does not like espresso. Best wishes, Michael
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Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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I remember to avoid all blue lights
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That’s a good plan, Lorraine!
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Who knew?.. That was a surprise twist, Pete.Tweeted for you 🙂 xx
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A mid-serial twist to give everyone a shock, Carol. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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It certainly did that, Pete 🙂 x
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I never expected this! Eileen the angry one, and now the dead one. Wow!
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I am happy to hear you didn’t expect it, Jennie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are a master storyteller, Pete, especially with suspense.
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Oh, yikes
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Yikes indeed!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Okay, that tripped me up! I did not see that coming! What could be next? Hugs, C
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When you don’t see something coming, that means I am doing my job correctly.
Thanks, Cheryl.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Now, how will the light get him out of this? Warmest regards, Ed
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I have a feeling it won’t, Ed.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) “Ever since you retired it is obvious to me that we have so little in common.” Okay, but they both do have the house, the bed, the blue light experience, and marital infidelity in common.
(2) “But stuck together in the house day in and day out…” began Eileen, coming unglued.
(3) Sure, freedom sounds good at first. But I have it on good authority that “freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.”
(4) “For the first time in his life, George felt rage.” Nicolas Cage hears ya, man! He hears ya!
(5) That “bitch slap” is not a hit. Plus, it will only get you a 29% approval rating. Sorry, George!
(6) Bad citation: “As George reached out to grab her, his hand caught the material of Eileen’s dress and tipped her backwards. Her last thought was, “If Eileen too much, I’m going to tumble down these stairs!”
(7) “Her head was facing the wrong way.” She later stood up and complained, “My ass! I can see my ass!” She didn’t realize that death becomes her.
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I had a feeling that ‘Death Becomes Her’ might feature, but Eileen/I lean was very good! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, no, not a dead wife!!
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Sadly yes, Liz.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oops! Well now he can stay in the house with the blue light? Is that a good thing? I wasn’t expecting this complication!
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I doubt he can stay in the house, as he will certainly be arrested over Eileen’s death. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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But she just fell down the stairs officer!
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That depends if he confesses.
(Hint. He is going to confess tomorrow. 🙂 )
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Bummer. Here I was wondering which of them would stay in the house and continue to see the blue light.
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Neither of them will be there, but the story will move on, Audrey.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Never saw that coming, But neither did Eileen.
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You got that right, Don. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Uh-oh. That sure took a turned.
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It certainly did, Jeanne.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I was waiting for the death bit! 😀
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And you didn’t have to wait too long! Only episode 8, and Eileen has had it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m sad! I was hoping this time the wife would do the murder!
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It was more of an accident than a murder, but I doubt the police will see it that way. Not many wives kill their husbands, statistically-speaking) 🙂
(The story does move on, so you can live in hope.)
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Didn’t see that one coming, but I should have Pete!
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I’m pleased that you didn’t see it coming, Dorothy. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor old Eileen. She should have tripped George up on the way down.
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I don’t think she anticipated violence. But then neither did George. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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only a matter of time before this took a dark turn, wouldn’t have expected any less from you, and this was a great twist indeed
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Thanks, Beth. More to come tomorrow.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I was wondering when the ‘Pete Tale Twist’ was going to happen 😱
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This is early in the story, Chris. Lots more to come.
Best wishes, Pete.
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