Happy Valentine’s Day!

“Hello, beautiful.  Sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“You like the new dress I got you for Valentine’s Day?  I think it matches your eyes.”

“Yes, it’s lovely.”

He finished cleaning the sink and toilet as she dried off from her morning bath.  “Do you want me to pick you up any new bath beads today?”

“That would be nice, thank you.”

“Come look out the window while I trim your hair, my sweet.  No need for the towel, it’s a warm February morning.  Look at that million-dollar view.  Do you see that sailboat on the lake?  And the hills in the background?   Can you believe how lucky I was to find this cabin where we could be alone together?”

“It doesn’t seem real.”

“Do you have enough books and painting supplies till this weekend?”

“I’m okay.”

“I thought our lovemaking last night was some of the best we’ve ever done, don’t you?  I was so happy when my wife told me she wouldn’t return from Chicago till later today, so we could be together this day.  It’s been, what, eight years since we first saw each other at the restaurant on Valentine’s Day, me and my wife, you and your late husband?”

“Yes, eight years.”

“You didn’t know what kind of man I was till I met you and him on the road that night after my wife passed out so early.  What a shame your husband died after all your tires blew out.  Lucky I was there to save you.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Well, I must go before she gets home.  Anything else you need?”

“I miss my mom and dad so,” she sighed.

“Why must you dwell on the negative on such a beautiful day?”, he asked as he lovingly slipped the padded handcuff on her ankle, making sure the other end of the long chain was secured to the bed.  “You know I’ll take your books away if you aren’t sweet to me.”

———————————————————

(That sweet valentine gift to you was for Trifecta, and for some therapy for me on this damn day.  My thoughts, though dark, do NOT run to abduction on Valentine’s Day.  I liken it to being a diehard fan of, say, the Cleveland Browns of the NFL, at playoff time.  Like me, their team management doesn’t seem to be able to find the right personnel to make the big days fun.  So when other fans are talking: “Playoffs!”, the Browns fans just want people to shut up till it’s over.  That’s how it is for me on days like this; I just want it to be over with, until I can “draft a girlfriend”, so to speak.  Did you see they’ve got some sort of “Auction for a date” on-line dating thing now?  I don’t think my income level is quite up to that.)

(By the way, don’t hold back with your syrupy sweet romantic Valentine’s Day posts on my account–it’s not like I have to work with any of you and hear it directly after all.  Have a nice day.)

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24 Responses to Happy Valentine’s Day!

  1. kz says:

    what a twist…
    and what a twisted tale.
    haunting and well-written 🙂

  2. deanabo says:

    oh my! I love this twist! Brilliant..

  3. Wow – that surprised me! A bit like “Misery.” Interesting her husband happened to have an accident 🙂

    • We had a (now thankfully dead due to jailhouse suicide) serial killer of our own here in Dakota-land, an incredibly evil little nothing named Robert Leroy Anderson. He abducted one co-worker, who has never been found, from the parking lot at work, then another from her home in front of her 2 and 3 year old kids. He tried to do more by strewing what he called “tire-poppers”, things he had welded up himself, on the interstate, then lying in wait. Judging by the fact that he saved “souvenirs” from his crimes, which he bragged to a cellmate about, then the cops only found items from the 2 victims, it is hoped that he only had 2 victims. But that is where I got the idea of writing about the tires blowing out, to make a long story short. I don’t get Tru tv any more, but there is a long article on the net from them about him.

  4. Jayne Martin says:

    Sooooooooo creepy, and very well-told.

  5. Draug419 says:

    I knew that guy was a creeper when I saw he was willingly cleaning the toilet lol

    • I “lol”ed for quite a while when I read your comment. I don’t know why it was important to me that he had a scenic view for her and a sunny, clean, well-stocked place to lock her up rather than the dungeons that the creepazoids usually use, but it was. I suppose to help try to fool the readers until the bitter end.

  6. Very creepy. At least there’s no blood! (yet?)

    • I love a happy ending, so I’m saying that a handsome homeless hiking trespasser, wanting to steal food, broke in and rescued her, then the creep was arrested and put away for life, the rescuer reformed his life, and he and the damsel lived happily ever after (except for the nightmares, of course).

  7. atrm61 says:

    I bet that the car accident was “fixed” by this manic too-how awful to be tied by a chain in a remote cabin-no,thanks to such love-reminded me of a movie in which the two lovers are playful & the girl is handcuffed to the bed post(one hand)they do not know that the house is haunted-& the bf is killed by the evil spirit-lights go off(of course) & the girl has no way to unlock her handcuffs & no one knows where she is-& ofc lots of weird happenings,blood & a gory end-eeps!Loved the twist in your tale:-)

    • Thanks, I’m glad you loved it. Definitely was a staged accident. He saw her at the restaurant and became a hunter. Stephen King did a book called “Gerald’s Game” like you described, right? Except I’m somewhat claustrophobic and don’t care to read things that take place in only one room.

      • atrm61 says:

        :-)Oh thank you for letting me know the background-is it a part of a longer story or novel you are writing?

        Yes,you are right,it was from that book-my memory is not what used to be-must be due to reading such things,lol!

        • F%&$ing WordPress knocked me offline in the middle of posting my reply. I’m too lazy to begin a book, though I have the acknowledgement page and end pages done, which I will post soon for a laugh. Besides laziness and general apathy about life, I can’t decide whether to write a dark novel about an “avenging-angel” type of serial killer (think Dexter, but without the gore and hopefully without what I think is a sort of “B” quality about Dexter–sorry Dexter fans, that’s my opinion), or some strictly tongue-in-cheek tale. I really don’t think they could be combined all that well without making the tone unbelievable.

          • atrm61 says:

            ROFL,u r a riot!Well,my vote goes to the latter & I am seriously looking forward to seeing the two pgs;-)And talking of laziness-I joined WP & Trifecta,hoping to beat that- not slipped as yet,lol!

  8. chamblee54 says:

    This puts the VD back in valentine’s day.

  9. The Hook says:

    This was utterly magnificent!
    A twist worthy of King!

    • Thank you, Hook. I can’t really read much of his stuff after (pick the book or the year, but at least since 2000) a certain time in his career, but he did some great stuff early on. (If only to have one-one hundredth of his fame or money)

  10. Happy late V Day, Trailer Trash! Hope the girlfriend drafting went well (though not so well as in the story – ewww). I pretty much forgot about the romantic connotations of the day..must have been doing something else 🙂

    • Is Feb. 14 Valentine’s Day around the world then? Wherever florists and greeting-cards roam, I suppose. I wonder what you were doing that day. I don’t think I’ll ever draft a girlfriend. I think I had an alcohol blackout in my younger wilder days and actually DID piss in Cupid’s cereal. Do you have that expression in Oz–when someone is having a grumpy day, they are asked “Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

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