Henry comes home

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 Photo Copyright: Janet Webb

 Henry burst through his front door. “Hope, where are you?”

“Taking a bath.”

Doing his best to stifle a grin, he entered the small bathroom. Jazz music filled the room from a charging iPad.

“How was your trip?”

“Good, I learned something interesting?”

“Oh,” she said with little interest.

“Your two month affair with Jason.”

Tears trickled down her face. “I am so sorry. We never meant for you to get hurt.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry.”

With a guttural scream he tossed the iPad into the water. Hope’s body convulsed.

“Tell Jason, I forgive you both.”

 

 

Maria’s childhood home

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Photo Copyright: Mary Shipman

Maria now an old woman stood in her childhood home one last time. Awoken one evening and raced out the door by her parents almost fifty years ago. Flower wallpaper, which adorned her bedroom walls, now dilapidated from years of neglect. She prayed the metal box remained under the floorboard. The letter from her parents on her sixteenth birthday was intact. The last line read, “Remember you will always be our special angel. Love, Mom and Dad”

The tears poured out. A sharp chest pain gripped Maria, but it was too late. She collapsed to the floor dead.

Dream Home

Dream House

 

The wall separating the kitchen from the living room had been the subject of many arguments. Tracy couldn’t take it for one more day. She was sick and tired of waiting for Jason to finally take it down. She stood twenty-pound sledgehammer in hand, wearing her old blue jeans, green t-shirt, mask, and goggles. With Jason still sleeping, she took out her aggression on the wall.

“Jason…Jason!”screamed Tracy, as she dropped the hammer and took a step back.

Jason burst in the room moments later, wearing only his blue boxers.

“What’s wrong?”noticing the fear in her eyes

“Seriously, look”, pointing behind him to the large hole.

He went pale, as a mummified face stared back at him. Jason had to turn away from it, before he lost his dinner. With a quick silent look of agreement, they ran out the front door. Jason wearing only boxers settled for a blanket from the trunk, as opposed to going back in the house.

During the forty-five minute wait for police, Tracy kept insisting they move. Though frightened, she watched the events unfold from the window. Drywall was cut away in large pieces and bagged, pictures were taken of the body, before one of the officers tried to remove it. His hand slipped, the body fell face first on the living room carpet with a thud. As it was hauled away Tracy heard someone yell, “We’ve got another one!”

About fifteen minutes later, a second smaller body was pulled from the wall. It almost felt like a dream, as up to now she had only seen dead bodies in photographs. The mummified couple ended up being, the original owners. Jason and Tracy were asked question after question, about the man and woman who sold them the property. The house was taped off as a crime scene for over a year, before it was released. Jason and Tracy took the money from the sale and never looked back.