Rekindled Fire

in #freewrite6 years ago

Hello freewriters!

Wanna try my luck today with @marianewest freewrite challenge with the prompt, burning.

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Comb-polished midnight black hair, tinted cheeks, glossied lips, she checked her reflection who piercingly glared back at her. Smooth pale complexion, almost vamp-like, a perfect epitome of an unmoving and stiff doll. So lovely, so exquisite, so dangerous to perfection. Not a trace of visible flaw.

"He will come," she assured herself. "He'd rather not," voiced Lina.

She swat an imaginary fly, down on the carpeted floor, she trampled it on with her heavily soled shoe. Her favorite feel of discomfort, allowing her bullion toes squeezed into stingy numbness. Lina is at it again. She can hear her louder and keener this time. What is it that she's up to? She just cleaned her awful mess earlier.

She made her way to the kitchen, brows creased as if in agitation, open the fridge and took out a can of peanut butter. Just in time, she lowered the fire, and pour a cupful of it. The loud struck of the grandmother clock in the hallway deafen the silence. "He's coming, is he not? ",she asked yet a mocked laugh was just the reply.

It's not his fault. No. As if by precognition, there's a loud knocking on the door. She hastily open it up as she glance once more on the hallway mirror, nothing's amiss.

She was more surprised than the thought of surprising him. No bitter smell of vodka wafted through the centralized air-conditioned house as he entered. Instead, there is something different. He smelled different. And he even acted more differently. There it is again. The smell. As he barge his way in, not the least bothered to give her a peck on the cheek, she was able to confirmed the heavy smell of him. Of sin.

She sensed her searching gaze around and she inadvertently dissuade his attention, gently pulling him into the dining area. She lit the three crimson candles on the midst as she put beside his dinner plate the steaming peanut butter coated dish that she's quite sure as his favorite. She watched him ate unmindful of her. She's used to it. It's not his fault.

She has high hopes that atleast he remembered. Remember to greet her just like three years ago, with a bouquet of sweet peas and daisies, her favorite.

"You cook better, " his icy words didn't matter, t'was enough to break the eerie silence. "Glad you like it, " her meek reply. "It's my birthday. " He looked from what he was eating as if she has just grown two heads. His knuckles turning into a fist. "Why do you have to remind me that? " It's not his fault.

Not his fault that she was not able to give him his child. Not his fault that she slipped on the tiled bathroom floor. Not his fault that the tiny life inside her never made it and that she was deemed not to be able to bear any at all due to severe complications. Not his fault why he changed over the years. Not his fault why he used to go home late and drunk. Not his fault that he prefer to play ,kiss and cuddle Tom. It's not his fault. Not his fault at all.

"Where's Tom? ", he asked again as if he just read her thoughts. She stand as if unhearing him, uncorked the vodka and poured him a glass. He readily gulped it down yet continue eyeing her this time.

"Where's Tom? ",for the third time he asked as he continues to devoured voraciously his dinner. She rose again from her seat silently, took the bowl from him and pour in another serving. This moment she wants to give him the answer.

He lifted with his fork...
A circular leather, it reads "Tomas"
It took a moment before reality sunk in. He rose and readily clutched her throat yet in a split second, he grasped his own. Rapid breathing, sweaty beads, a mass of foam overflow from his mouth.

Now clutching his chest, his eyes were fixed upon her unbelieving. It was what she was waiting for, she open the liquors' bottle and doused him with all its content. Reaching for the candles at the center of the table, he was ablazed in an instant. He was immobile in his seat, no words,unseeing eyes.

She watched outside from a distance, the nest that never housed an egg, hungrily caught the flame and consume it whole for just a good thirty seconds. It was not his fault.

From afar, blaring sounds of the fire truck and the police cars'siren is evident. She will be gone before they came. Of that she have to make sure as she continues trekking her way up the cavernous slope.

"Good job, " was Lina's praised for her. Lian smiled triumphantly and patted herself on the shoulder. For the first time, she found herself brilliant. Insanely brilliant!

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Enjoyed your freewrite @drahries, You should do more!

Ohh wow! Thank you @michellpiala! That's the best thing that I've heard. 😍

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