Even the outdoors seemed to participate in the hushed observation of the death that had occurred here. Her fathers pistol rested in her hand, sun reflecting upon its black surface, glittering.
She had never seen anything so beautiful. Their bodies curved together in an harmonious way that eluded them in live, a graceful piece of art, dead flesh in its lifeless form creating beauty within the Spartan living quarters.
The time had come when it all was enough, when she could no longer ignore the incredible cruelness they had embodied. Action needed to follow the years of devilish noise that always moved through the corridors and rooms of the small dreary home. Time had come to stop hiding in her room, tuning out words of hatred directed toward anyone within shouting distance, toward her, toward neighbors, even strangers. Time had come to stop all of this. Time for silence.
Everything had been perfectly planned. The reason to spend time together in their dinning room. The special tablecloth covering the scratch marks of the old table, the better china placed upon it, waiting for her own creation. Glances toward her purse, where the Magnum waited, while one last chance was given, one last chance to experience something that she knew would never come from them. Again, no kind words. Another meal filled with hatred, while she stayed polite.
She had excused herself to the bathroom, holding the weight of the weapon in her hands, filled with anticipation, then stepped toward them, determined to create silence.
The astonished look as the Magnum raised toward his face, then hers was fascinatingly free of anger, but full of confusion. She smiled at them as she pulled the trigger - one, two, simple, quick. Then silence. Glorious blood.
Gently placing the weapon upon her father's desk her smile deepened as she stepped over his body toward the kitchen. How much better would desert taste in the midst of silence!
© Claudia Blanton 2013