A white shiny casket presents a butterscotch tinted female figure while somber chapel music plays. She lays at peace while the waves of her chestnut colored hair flow past her shoulders almost endlessly. Her Husband, Troy and her best friend, Olivia stand nearby observing the lifeless shell that used to be Val.
“I can’t believe this is real,” Olivia whispers to Troy.
“Me either,” he replies. “I miss her so much,” he chokes on a sob and cups his hand over his mouth.
Inaudible, Val’s agonized soul explodes like a grenade, rattling through her bombshell frame.
WHAT the FUCK happened HERE?! I’m not supposed to be dead right now! I’m supposed to be burying Troy right now and living happily ever after – dating boy toys and going on shopping sprees. Arrrggghhh!
I’m too gorgeous to die….and who the fuck asked for daisies! Troy knows I only prefer red roses. Hmmph his cheap ass probably tried to save money. Even in my death he’s penny-pinching. He probably ordered carnations, but Olivia made him spend the extra few dollars…Liv…hmmm, my fave car mechanic turned bestie always looks out for me. As for Troy, I …bet…he… asked one of his boys to drive us all to the burial site in his old clunker Expedition. I can’t even die as the princess I’ve always been. Wahh!
Val’s body permanently rests, but her soul is sleepless and rationalizing.
I don’t get it. How did my plan with Olivia fail?
Val reflects on what lead her to this rigor…mortis
Two weeks ago…
“So, tomorrow night,” Val whispers on the phone “I’ll go to do my usual grocery store trip around 7:30.”
“…and I will call the house telling Troy there’s been an accident and for him to come right away,” Olivia adds in.
“Yes, but make sure to stop by as soon as it gets dark to cut the brake line on the BMW, the black car” Val instructs.
Back in her casket Val is confident in her failed plan.
I’m sure Olivia did it correctly.
Troy and Liv, admire in a daze on the dearly departed Val.
“I miss my wife so much,” Troy whimpers.
He turns, and bends at his waist towards Olivia. She quickly reaches up towards his shoulders to embrace him.
“Do you know what happened to her?” Olivia asks in a low murmur.
“Something about her brakes in her white Mercedes gave out,” Troy whispers back with a confused frown.
“…and your car, the black BMW is okay. Right?” she asks.
“No problems,” He blurts in between his whimpers.
“Oh,” she replies in a sullen tone.
Olivia continues her squeeze on Troy and gazes up to the sunlight showing through the stained glass window. It spotlights onto the casket as Olivia’s eyes glisten in a bright beam, and her frown turns to a delightedly sly grin. Val’s demise is Olivia’s prize.
Now that was a nice twist. I didn’t see that coming at all. That was like a short film. You should really look into submitting your work to a producer or screenwriter! Great job!!
Denise!! I love this!! Everytime I read something of yours I want to continue!! Write this book!! Xoxo
I agree, if you ever write a book, I hope I’m one of the first to buy and read it.
Great job. Another short but sweet masterpiece. I did wish there was some indication as to why Olivia wanted Val dead. Still a great read.