The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Michelle Joy Gallagher
The wind whipping through the field formed a low howl that made Elena think of a wounded animal. She was something wounded too. The blood had been dry on her face and neck for a few hours now, but it felt tacky when the skin moved. She’d taken a break from digging, her hands throbbing with newly formed callous, and leaned the shovel against an old tractor. She took a deep breath and eyed the place she had buried the combine harvester blade she’d found by sheer luck in the old shed. It was rusted and covered in a thin sheen of blood she’d tried to wipe off on the underside of her skirt.
The hole was about 3 feet deep now and subtly oblong. Not deep enough.
When Hank threw her down the stairs she lost the baby. She sobbed in a heap on the landing, bleeding through her gown. Hank stomped into their bedroom and slammed the door. When he finally managed to get out of bed the next day, Elena still lay where she’d fallen, too faint from grief and blood loss to move.
“Get your ass up! Ain’t no seed can grow in a fallow field anyway don’t you know that?”
Elena wailed, and Hank softened a bit.
“Come on, pigeon. Get cleaned up. We already missed the morning service.”
She had gone to the shed for a rope to hang herself. The harvester blade was leaning against the back wall.
“The fuck you doing out here?? Didn’t I tell you to get cleaned up?”
“I’m sorry, I…” Elena’s hand wrapped around the blade as he interrupted her.
“I’m sorry? That’s all you gotta say always! If you just did what I –“
Elena swung wide. Hank’s tirade was interrupted by the harvester blade biting into the side of his throat. He gargled and spat and reached impotently toward Elena. She stepped backward and let him fall on his face in front of her.
She smiled down at his body, laying beside the hole she’d been digging.
“This field ain’t fallow, Hank. You’ll make a fine seed.”
Fiction © Copyright Michelle Joy Gallagher
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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Love it when justice prevails! Good one, Michelle!
Nothing like a good retribution story – loved it.
A darkly wonderful story.