The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Jill Girardi
Yes, I killed her.
I scourged her with eyes like red lasers,
Strangled her, watched the breath leave her body.
And even as she died, that look of hate never left her face.
She hated me. Me!
To think, once I reordered time; once brought her back to life.
used my fingertips to dig the mud out of her nostrils, her mouth.
Breathed life back into her dead lungs.
I loved her above all else- a cardinal sin.
And what did I get for it?
She left me for him.
I caught them screwing in a cheap motel in Niagara Falls.
And to think I’d been waiting in our honeymoon suite
in the heart-shaped hot tub with wine chilling.
So yes, I killed her. Now she’s with me, in a coffin of ice,
in my fortress made from stalagmites and stalactites.
Ageless. Young forever.
Fiction © Copyright Jill Girardi
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Jill Girardi:
Women of Horror Anthology Vol. 2
Step through the prettiest cemetery gates you’ve ever seen and experience tombstone raves and widow’s dances, Japanese snow-spirits, Aztec bruja and temple goddesses, vengeful ghosts, djinn and cannibals, vampire hunters, plague bearers, graverobbers, and terrors beyond reason. Read through the night as the dead rise from boneyards all around the world!
#FRIGHTGIRLSUMMER recommended reading!
liked that – very effective imagery there Jill
A great story.
Brutal and effective – has echoes of Frankenstein – no good comes of raising the dead (but we never learn!)