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LOVE KNOWS NO EMOTION: By Jim Wisneski

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

THE WORST OF LOVE  CONTESTANT

Her face was cold.  Again.  It was always cold. 

Cold since he found out about the other guy in her life.  The truth was, no matter how painful it was to accept, the other guy was better for her.  He could provide more, he could accomplish more, he could give her more, but one thing the other guy couldn’t do better was love her.

Nobody loved Scarlet like Drake did.

“Why is your face cold?” he asked her.

She blinked.

“Please, just talk to me,” Drake said reaching out to grab her hand.

Scarlet didn’t return the gesture.

“Do you love him?”

Scarlet lowered her eyes.  She always did this when she was guilty. 

“You know, it’s kind of funny how you would get mad at me for never bringing flowers or getting out of work early to come see you.  Then the one day I do. . .”

“Please, stop,” Scarlet said.  “Please.  There’s nothing I can say to make this right.”

“Just tell me you don’t love him.  Tell me you love me.  Tell me you want to be with me forever.  Tell me.”

Scarlet was quiet again.

Drake leaned forward and hugged Scarlet.  He nuzzled his nose against her cold cheek.

“Please,” he whispered in her ear, “please just tell me.  We don’t have much time.”

“That’s your fault, not mine.”

“Love knows no emotion.  It never has and never will.  Don’t you get that?”

“I love him Drake, I do.  He’s good for me.”

“And me?”

“I love you too.  But you’re not good for me.”

Scarlet looked away.  She never made eye contact.  That was how Drake knew she was telling the truth.  She could stare him down and lie but an ounce of truth comes out and she looks away.

“He’s not so good now, is he?” Drake said with a smile.

“That’s not fair,” Scarlet said. 

She was beginning to sob. 

“I didn’t mean to kill him.  You know that, don’t you?”

Scarlet shook her head.

Drake dropped to his knees.

“If I just knew before hand, that’s all.  I saw a man on top of you.  I didn’t know what was happening.  I thought he was hurting you.  Then I. . . I. . just please. . .”

“It’s okay,” Scarlet said with a smile.  “We don’t have much time.”

Drake knew he only had a minute or so before Scarlet would have to leave.

“Just please,” he begged, “please, just kiss me.”

“Drake, I can’t,” Scarlet replied.

“Please.”

“Love knows no emotion, huh?” Scarlet asked looking away.

“None.  I’m crazy.  For you.  Please.  Just one kiss.”

Scarlet looked at Drake and he leaned in.  Even her lips were cold.  He held her face in his hands and kiss her.  He wished to go back and not mess things up.  He wished he could be with her in bed again, where it was warm.

“I love you,” he whispered into her mouth between kisses.

“I love you too,” Scarlet said.

There was a loud knock at the metal door.  It echoed through the small room.

“Hey, knock it off!” a guard yelled.  The guard turned around and laughed with another guard.  “He’s licking the wall again!”

Drake froze.  He looked behind him and then straightened his shoulders. 

Drake reached out and grabbed with one hand the rotting set of eyeballs he had placed on the window sill in his cell.  He was scared because the odor and mush of the eyes meant Scarlet was almost completely gone forever.  He wanted more time with her. . . he needed to know she had forgiven him and loved him.  He kissed the gooey eyes and whispered, “love knows no emotion” one more time before hiding them under his pillow.

 

©2009 Jim Wisneski
 
Jim Wisneski lives in Pennsylvania where he thinks, writes, and thinks.  Follow him and his many ongoing writing, poetry, and music projects through his blog at www.WritersnWriters.blogspot.com.

WHAT THE EARTH WANTS: By Jim Wisneski

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

“Those roses are beautiful!”

Nancy turned and saw a woman standing at her fence.  

She smiled, took one of her gardening gloves off to greet the stranger.
“Thank you so much,” Nancy said.

“I’m Janet, I just moved in down the street.”

“I’m Nancy, I just moved in twenty years ago.”

Both women laughed.

“I heard there is a gardening contest going on next month, is that right?”

“Yes,” Nancy said.  She stuck her hand back into the gardening glove.  “Every year we do it.  I’ve won the past five years, ever since my husband passed away.”

“Congratulations on winning,” Janet said.  “Sorry about your husband.  I just got divorced.”

Nancy looked down.  She hated these kinds of conversations.  She wanted this strange woman and her strange thoughts to disappear.  Then she noticed a chunk of bone on the ground, in plain view.  It was an off white piece of a leg bone.  
   

Janet looked down and saw it too.  Nancy quickly moved her foot to cover it.

“What was - ”

“You know, it’s all about the ground.  The dirt.  The Earth.  It’s not as complicated as people make it to be.  You just have to respect the Earth, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry?” Janet asked.


“For gardening.  It’s about the Earth.”"Oh, I agree.  I can’t wait until tomorrow morning.  By then everything will be moved in and unpacked and I can start gardening.”
“Hey, you want to see my secret?” Nancy asked.  “Maybe it could spice up the competition this year.”
Janet followed close as Nancy made it to the basement door.  She opened it and signaled for Janet to walk down the steps.
“I have to close the door so the cats don’t come down here.”

Janet stepped.  She thought it was weird because she didn’t see any cat toys, smell cats, or see a litter box when she walked through the main part of the house to get to the basement door. 

A sharp odor penetrated her nose as she made her way down the steps.

At the bottom of the steps, she turned and gasped in horror.  There were piles of bones, and what looked like ground up flesh on the floor of the basement.  Next to that was a pile of heads, some with skin on them, others half rotted with maggots crawling around.

Before Janet could turn and scream or fight her way up the steps, Nancy had a pitch fork through the side of her face. 

“It’s my competition,” Nancy said as she began to cut and mulch up her new neighbor.  “It’s all about the Earth.  Give the Earth what it wants and it will repay you.”
 

Nancy remembered killing her husband, he was the first.  He hated the roses.  When Nancy used him as mulch and fertilizer, the roses grew stronger, taller, and darker in color.  Then it became easy to win the annual gardening competition:  just give the Earth what it wants. 
 

 

 

©2009 Jim Wisneski

Jim Wisneski writes flash stories, short stories, novellas, and novels.  Many of his short stories have been published.  He is currently working on his second and third novels.

Visit his writing blog at www.writersnwriters.blogspot.com

His personal blog is www.wizworld.wordpress.com and listen to some of his stories at www.jimcast.wordpress.com.