Wednesday, March 2, 2011

when lemon's lie





Chrissy woke early this beautiful spring morning, noted her husband Devon still sound asleep one leg half off the bed.  not disturbing him she went to the kitchen and started water for a cup of tea garnished with honey and lemon.  she looked out the window, inhaled and sighed for the wonderful life she and Devon had together for the past 3 years.  she felt blessed.  

Chrissy then turned on the small tv in the kitchen to catch the local morning news and weather.  finished garnishing her breakfast tea and went looking for the laptop, unsuccessfully, then remembering that Devon took it to a meeting last night and getting home well after she had gone to bed.  the computer she thought would be in his rolling office bag.  there it was, she pulled it out and headed back to the kitchen counter, set down the computer and sat herself down to check her writing blog and emails.  opening the laptop she quickly noticed that the screen had a hand print on it, a hand print that looked like dried blood it startled her to say the least.  she went to the sink to get a dish cloth to wipe off the screen when the news announcer started talking about a murder in a set of apartments a few miles from their house.  a young woman was raped and stabbed in the late evening last night and anyone having any information was asked to contact the sheriff's office. 

at this point Chrissy's mind started rolling all over the place and she did not know what to do.  it could not, no Devon would not do something like that, no there had to a simple explanation to the hand print.  she moved towards the screen to start wiping it when Devon walked into the kitchen.

"good morning," he said, "what are you doing?"

"oh there is some blood on the computer, i figured you must have cut you hand and didn't have anything to wipe it off last night"

Devon quickly replied, "yes, i did in fact.  here let me wipe it off for you"

"it must have been pretty bad honey, why don't you let me have a quick look at it.  you may need to put some neosporin on it......"

he just stared at her...


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011


Posted for Magpie Tales

29 comments:

  1. Mmmm,the truth is a dangerous thing, cool piece, makes me want to know what happens next,
    but suspense and one's imagination is also good! Really like it.

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  2. Brilliant...denial sometimes seems to be the best medicine...

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  3. I want to know, but I don't. Intriguing!!!

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  4. It's not bloody fair to leave us hanging on...! Oooh, I'm in wonderment glory!

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  5. Goodness, girl, you're scaring me here!

    I was goijg to say how much I love that title, but now I'm going to go make sure my doors are locked!

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  6. YIKES!
    But upon reflection, I realize that this is, at times, someone's reality.

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  7. now....what's the rest of the story?

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  8. chilling! He just stared at her! A great cliff hanger...I'm kind of relieved you stopped there!

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  9. yikes indeed. i think this might be the first short story i have seen here...?

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  10. Is this great piece of suspense the end or is there going to be a Part 2 and 3 and 4?

    He talked his way out of it - men do that!!!

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  11. SCARY! Are you going to leave us hanging?

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  12. p.s. I love your header picture.

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  13. Good storytelling, because we want to know more.

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  14. Whoah! She might be next . . .

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  15. Chills! What a brilliant piece... suspense springing forth from a good morning cup of tea. Blessed life indeed.

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  16. yup, all of a sudden i too am feeling a bit chilly. well done indeed!

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  17. Uhh.. and his stare scares me.. TERRIBLY!!
    Jeeeezz... all her morning sweet dreams must be crushed by now!! Gosh.. I can even begin to imagine how she must be feeling right now... afraid? disbelieving? suspicious? paranoid?

    Really... an excellent read, Barbara... it played in my mind like a scene from the CSI series... whew!!! Awesome!

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  18. Was Devon the demon? Or was it Chrissy?
    Or was the murderer hiding somewhere at her place?

    This was one spine- chilling take Barb!
    Peace

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  19. VERY scary! Oh, the possibilities! I'm anxiously awaiting part two : )

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  20. lets see who done it....could it be the lemon?...stay tuned....bkm

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  21. Ooh! You are as marvelous with prose as with poetry. "He just stared at her..." Worthy of Hitchcock.

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  22. Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

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  23. I like this !! now going to read the second post ..

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