Saturday, March 11, 2017

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Post 1473. Saturday March 11

The Sunday Whirl




People often tell stories of Millicent. She was everyone’s best friend at school. At university, she ran this club and that group. Then she took to the stage, a boon to every production. She sang, she danced, she entranced. When we met I fell in love; how could I not? We married. I was under her spell. She doesn't want kids, so nor do I. She wants me to run the house, so I do. Why not? Whatever she wants I give her.

Everybody adores Millicent. But sadly they are deluded. They don’t see my bruises, feel my pain. They don’t see my splintered heart, nor the beast beneath her flawless persona.

I was cooking supper last night, as usual. I find peeling things very therapeutic. My mind wanders as the knife goes round and round. Blanks thoughts become interesting ideas. And last night, mid apple, one came in a flash. Why not add an extra ingredient to the apple pie I thought? My special relish. It’s about time I used it. She loves my apple pie. 

Revenge is sweet they say, but not as sweet as my apple pie.





This week the given words at The Sunday Whirl are blanks, peeling, revenge, delusion, beasts, brims, splinter, relish, boons, flash, story and bruise of which I've used all but one.


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13 comments:

  1. Nicely done. Chilling. I like that this highlights the domestic abuse men can also suffer. It's horrible no matter who the perpetrator or the victim.

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    1. Indeed. On this occasion my victim decided enough was enough, no matter what the concequences.

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  2. It is always interesting when you let the real Keith emerge!

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    1. I don't make a habit of bumping people off. Just occaionally...

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  3. Hi Keith - if you're in one of those moods - could you stay up the coast please! We're hearing more about people who poison someone ... great storytelling though - cheers or not - Hilary

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    1. There is a dark side to Bexhill Hilary!

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  4. The End.
    (Of Millicent, anyway!) One wonders if she really did relish the relish, and died happy.

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  5. Ah, refreshing change–man as victim. Hope she loved the pie!

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    1. I'm sure she did - not that she remembers it now! Thanks Sara

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  6. wow, Keith, such chilling tale :)

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  7. Very well done, and the apple pie too I'm sure! :-) When people live in situations such as this, it eats at them until one day they very likely may do something insane... and who could blame them.

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  8. One may perhaps take this as friendly rivalry. The opposing roles to their gender accepted by both may work wonders!

    Hank

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