Monday, September 6, 2010

Chapter 2

Today ended up being a good day. Mornings are always rough for me. But now, around 6, perfect time of day. Everything is so peaceful. You can feel the world winding down as everything begins to close. Even traffic isn't so bad. Getting home around this time is actually nice.
"Ruth! Honey I'm home." I can smell the chicken and potatoes. Heading to the the bedroom, I begin loosing my tie. Ah, being able to sit down feels really good. Ruth comes in and takes off my shoes. "Hello sweetie, how was your day?" She sits next to me and leans in to kiss my cheek. Taking a look at my wife, I remember when we first met. Sophomore year in college, both of us young, full of life. She was so beautiful. The sparkle in her eye is what swept me away. There was no question this was the woman I was going spend my life with. She was beautiful, intelligent, strong. But... after the pregnancy... after Joseph's death... I could never look at her the same. "My day was the same as normal." Suddenly agitated, I rose and headed to the bathroom. "Honey, it's such a nice day." That I had to agree with. "Do you want to go on a walk?" I asked. Great, this can shut her up and get me out of this house. No matter how big I built it, it always seems to get smaller the more alone we are. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll put the food in the oven."
We get in the car and drive to the park. Living outside the city can get pretty annoying. But I'm not going to let anything ruin this night. That is the last thing that I need. We get out and I grab Ruth's hand. She smiles. I nod. In public, perfection always the goal. Walking through the trail always soothes me. The trees, the atmosphere, the solitude... well almost solitude. I look back over to Ruth. She's looking straight forward in a daze. I can tell she is trying to make sure she doesn't walk too fast or too slow for me. Years ago, she never used to care. We would race through the parks until we couldn't run anymore. Actually, I am still running. Ruth started crawling many years ago. Crawling to keep up. We come out to the playground. Ruth's palms begin to sweat. She knows how much I hate seeing young children. She doesn't know I come to the playground almost every week. Just sitting, watching the families come to play. I sit thinking about the life I was going to have. I'm not angry, though. I'm not going to let anything ruin this ev-What the FUCK. "What the fuck? There's a fucking naked guy on the swing." Evening is ruined. "Let's head to the car." "OK," she says.
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There were no words. There was nothing to say. All I could see before me was the fire burning. Burning everything. It was relentless. It was showed no mercy. I didn't even hear Ruth's cries. I didn't hear the ambulance pull to the house. I didn't hear the police asking what happened.
All I saw was fire.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Chapter 1

Tonight we are honoring one of our community's finest citizens. He has been an important member in our business world and has donated over $10,000 dollars to international and local charities. Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you tonight's honoree, Jacques Cartes. I hear the applause. I love the applause. Yes, cheer louder. I am a big deal. Walking up the stairs, I can feel the lights shine on me. I live for those lights. I absorb the heat and turn it outward so they love me more. I'll just stand here and bask in the glory of what is my life. "Thank you, thank you to all. You are too kind. I want to take this moment to thank the one person who has made my life as amazing as it could get. Without you, I am nothing. Here is to my lovely wife, Ruth Cartes. And here is to all of you." She didn't even smile. She knows what to do and how to act. Fire now burns inside of me.

"Dammit!" I left the keys at home again. I'm halfway to work and I have to go all the way back. If that woman hadn't gotten in my way, I wouldn't be in this predicament. Why must she always anger me? It seems that's all she loves to do is make. me. tick.

"Open up! Open the door! Open right down!" Bang.. Bang.. Kick! "Ruth! Ruth! Where are you! Where are you! Get here this second!" She's going to get it. She's going to get it. Racing room to room, I feel the sun glaring down on me. The fuel to my fire. I pound harder, and run faster. Room after room after room, I come up with nothing. My house is a mess. All because this bitch won't answer me. Who the fuck does she think I am? I am Jacques Cartes. I am not to be messed with. I give her everything. Everything. And what does she do? She can't even give me a son. Stupid, dirty... "Ruth, darling, why are you hiding in the closet? Why are you trembling, dear? Why didn't you answer me!"

"Good morning, Jean. Sorry I'm running behind. I had to go back home and look for something."
"It's not a problem Mr. Cartes."
"Ah ok great. Are there any messages for me?"
"Yes only one from your wife. She said you left your keys again."
"Oh darn it. I always lose my keys. Well, I'll be in my office if you need me."
"Alright, sir."