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The Aurora Looks Lovely From Here
by Jaime Johnesee 

In my opinion polar night had one really good thing going for it. All those beautiful colors playing in the sky, chasing each other, made for a wonderful distraction.

As my fellow cruise ship guests oohed and ahhed over the beauty of Nature, I was dropping weighted garbage bags overboard into the freezing water.

His body could feed the crabs. It’s what he deserved.

How could he have liked her? Especially since her Instabook posts were all garbage attention-seeking shit? He slept with her on our anniversary, no less.

He should have known better.

When I surprised him on board the cruise he acted like he didn’t even know me. ME!

I had started following him on IB eight years ago. I’d helped him grow his fan base. ME! The only one who shared all of his videos, who commented on and liked everything he posted! He damn well knew me! He even chose me to win a signed copy of his first album.

Finding him there, in bed with her on our anniversary, destroyed all eight years of my love in that moment!

I had wanted to surprise him. So, I opened his cabin door with the key card I’d lied to obtain from the steward, and saw him there in the very act.

She was on top of him, her eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. His face was buried in her breasts. They didn’t even hear the door open. He didn’t hear me when I crossed the carpet. He didn’t even hear me when I slit her throat with a nearby oyster knife. Hell, I don’t think he even heard me when I plunged the accompanying steak knife into his heart,and it took three tries.

It was over all too soon. I was grateful for the box of trash bags that a cleaning lady had left in the bathroom. I dragged him into the shower, and cut him into pieces with the steak knife and the help of a deer butchering course my dad had forced me to take. I did as I was taught, slicing through his joints instead of the bones. Once that was done, I did the same with her.

Then I cleaned the shower, shoved the bedding and towels into the various garbage bags, along with their bits and belongings. I cut the tags off their suitcases and dumped them down the garbage shoot, after looking through them for money and valuables, of course. She was a cheap whore. Her bag was all costume jewelry and G-strings. Worthless. Now, she could be of some use by feeding the crabs alongside her boyfriend.

I wondered if next year’s voyage would be selling the very crabs feasting on their flesh right now? That thought alone makes me smile and consider booking again. My job cleaning everything up is done. I feel lighter having watched each bag sink under the cold, dark water.

Now, it’s time to look at those Northern Lights. They seem more vivid since I’ve gotten away with murder. The aurora looks lovely from here. You know, I think he would have adored all the colors. Oh well. I wonder what that rock guitarist from Cleveland is up to? He seems like a nice guy.

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Fiction © Copyright Jaime Johnesee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Available on Amazon!