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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 11/15/2015
Jim felt a sense of dread, he was just rounding the last bend and almost home. He sped up, the old road was rough and though he had only been gone a few days he couldn’t wait to get home. Traveling was always fun, but the best part was getting back home.
He couldn’t wait to see his wife Mary and to get to hold his little girl, she was only seven and Polly was a daddy’s girl. He just couldn’t shake that feeling of that something was wrong.
As he pulled in the drive to their home, a small ten acre farm, not that they grew anything but weeds. Yet Jim loved the country, his wife, Mary had been against it she liked the big city and didn’t like being alone so much. He kept telling her one day she would get used to it but after a year he was starting to wonder. When he called her on the phone she always sounded so depressed, she missed the places to go too in the city and her family and friends, maybe it was a mistake to drag her out here to the woods.
Jim loved those two more then anything; even his job as a Engineer was challenging but not the love of his life. He had fallen in love with Mary right after they got out of school, he met her at the local book store and they hit it off right from the start.
He looked around him every thing looked normal but something just wasn’t feeling right in his heart. He stopped the car and jumped out and rushed to the door. Yes something was wrong; Mary was not standing there holding the door open for him. In fact the door was locked, it was never locked. He fumbled in his pocket to find the door key and walked in, his whole body was shaking, and sweat was on his brow.
Mary he yelled, no answer he looked from the foyer into the living room. Most of the stuff looked normal until he saw that the pictures were gone, all the little things that belonged to Mary was gone. He ran to the bed room, every thing was in neat order except all Mary’s clothes were gone, her pictures, her make up, just his stuff was left behind.
He ran to Polly’s room, again the bed was there and made but not one thing of Polly’s to be found. Real fear gripped his stomach, someone must have kidnapped them, he went through every room same thing, any thing that had belonged to Mary or Polly it was gone. He felt his stomach coming up into his mouth and ran into the bathroom, after leaving his lunch in the stool he saw the letter tapped to the mirror.
He grabbed it his hands sweating, fear gripping him, he had just talked to her on the phone the night before, she said she would see him tonight and she loved him so something bad had to have happened. He was careful opening it, so in case it were some kind of ransom note the cops could get finger prints.
Dear Jim
I am so sorry you are finding out this way. I loved you with all my heart for so long, and this is so very hard to write. You left us here alone all the time, I got so down, then one day Jack came by to see about selling me insurance. He was so nice and lives in the city. He asked to take me for supper so I took Polly and went. I didn’t think anything would come of supper away from here. But dear over time it became more and more suppers and movies and yes sex.
I am so sorry to tell you this but I fell in love with Jack. I still care for you and want you happy but it is over. I’ll file for the divorce in fact I already have and you will get the papers soon. Don’t worry, I don’t want anything, I took our clothes and personal stuff, Jack wants to adopt Polly, so if you will sign the papers it would mean a lot to me and then you won’t have to even pay child support.
This way you can begin your life again and find some good country girl to love. I am sorry but I just couldn’t tell you face to face, I know how your temper is and you would of ended up hurting me and then being sorry.
Mary and Polly
Tears ran down Billy’s cheeks, he had never seen this coming, why didn’t she tell him it was that bad; give him a chance to make it right. Billy never drank much but to night he went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whisky and began drinking from the bottle. By the time the bottle was empty he wasn’t feeling better but in place of fear and pain there was just anger.
He began to make his plan. In a drunken rage he planned just what he thought he had to do. This was his life, his family stole from him by a salesman, for Pete’s sake.
That night he sleep on the couch, the next day he woke up feeling like he had been hit by a truck but he knew what he was going to do. He called some of his friends; yes they knew who Jack the insurance guy was, seems he works out of his house in the city only a hours drive. Yes they had his address after all he was their agent. Why did he want to buy insurance? Oh yeah, I want to get a lot of it, he would say and hang up.
He went down to his study in the basement and unlocked his storage cabinet where he kept his 38 Smith and Wesson and grabbed a box of shells. He had never used this gun for anything but target practice but he was one hell of a shot. Today he would get back what was taken from him. It was more then about taking his wife and daughter it was his family, his pride, his reason for living and working, all gone.
As he drove toward the city he couldn’t get over the anger that grew deeper and deeper in his troubled heart and soul. He thought he knew Mary, he thought he understood her and just trusted in her love for him. How long had this been going on, was this the first and only time she had cheated. Was he coming home making love to her while she still had some others guy love juice in her. Was she thinking of Jack when he kissed her and made love to her?
If the whore was going to leave him, ok, but why take his baby too, maybe it wasn’t his baby at all. He began to think of the little things he should of picked up on, her pulling back from mouth to mouth kisses. The way she quite moaning during love making and in fact would just lay there staring off out a window, how long had it been that way, way too long. He had thought it was just being tired from country living. What a fool he had been, last week when he came home hadn’t he noticed the smell of perfume in the bed room. My god she was doing him in his bed, he remembered that smell on his pillow, it was jacks sweat he had smelled.
She had all but quite talking over the past few months, she wouldn’t sit by him on the couch and watch TV and always had an excuse to be distant. He could see them in his mind on his bed, her taking the top, her face as she reached the mountaintop. His heart became cold, very cold like ice.
He pulled in the driveway of the big nice house, much nicer then his own. There was the sports BMW in the drive. As he walked up the steps he heard the sounds of singing inside and laughter. His mind began to stop, he closed his eyes, for one second he thought what am I doing here, then he kicked the door open.
There she was, Mary lying on the floor playing with Polly and there he was sitting in this big black leather recliner. His eyes got big and started to jump up, the words half out of his mouth, what the he…. He never said more for there was three loud bangs.
Jim hadn’t even realized he pulled the trigger or that the gun was in his hands. He turned toward Mary and Polly who just stared at him. He spoke, slow cold heartless words, you whore and the loud bang again, one, two, three. He slowly as if he were on the shooting range dumped the shell casing out into his hand and loaded. Polly was screaming and covering her face while crying, screaming yelling, Daddy, no Daddy.
He heard the words but the words didn’t mean anything, they were noises not real meaning and then Bang, Bang, Bang.
He turned and walked out leaving the door open, he walked to his car and got in and backed out of the drive and began to head back to the highway. He didn’t want to go home, because it wasn’t a home any more, he was a man with no life.
He drove out to the look out point over the river. He stepped out of his car and leaned on the hood. For the first time a tear since last night ran down his face, God why? Then his hand raised ever so slow as he looked out over the river, he heard in the distance songs being sung and realized it was from the church it was Sunday. He used to go to church but not since a long time ago when he was sixteen. His hand stopped in mid air, the tune filling his head. Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, then Bang.
His family stood beside the grave, as his body was being lowered, Mary and Polly were already buried and they weren’t there at this sad moment to even say good bye. But here folks stood not understanding how this could of happened, how could Paul’s brother have become a killer, how had mommas little boy killed his wife and daughter, the light of his life. They stood tears in the eyes wondering what mistakes they had made, never knowing the mistakes were not theirs to feel guilty for, the only real mistake was going in the ground, Jim had forgotten something he once knew, What a friend we have in Jesus.
Jim's Sad State of Affairs(Rich Puckett)
Jim felt a sense of dread, he was just rounding the last bend and almost home. He sped up, the old road was rough and though he had only been gone a few days he couldn’t wait to get home. Traveling was always fun, but the best part was getting back home.
He couldn’t wait to see his wife Mary and to get to hold his little girl, she was only seven and Polly was a daddy’s girl. He just couldn’t shake that feeling of that something was wrong.
As he pulled in the drive to their home, a small ten acre farm, not that they grew anything but weeds. Yet Jim loved the country, his wife, Mary had been against it she liked the big city and didn’t like being alone so much. He kept telling her one day she would get used to it but after a year he was starting to wonder. When he called her on the phone she always sounded so depressed, she missed the places to go too in the city and her family and friends, maybe it was a mistake to drag her out here to the woods.
Jim loved those two more then anything; even his job as a Engineer was challenging but not the love of his life. He had fallen in love with Mary right after they got out of school, he met her at the local book store and they hit it off right from the start.
He looked around him every thing looked normal but something just wasn’t feeling right in his heart. He stopped the car and jumped out and rushed to the door. Yes something was wrong; Mary was not standing there holding the door open for him. In fact the door was locked, it was never locked. He fumbled in his pocket to find the door key and walked in, his whole body was shaking, and sweat was on his brow.
Mary he yelled, no answer he looked from the foyer into the living room. Most of the stuff looked normal until he saw that the pictures were gone, all the little things that belonged to Mary was gone. He ran to the bed room, every thing was in neat order except all Mary’s clothes were gone, her pictures, her make up, just his stuff was left behind.
He ran to Polly’s room, again the bed was there and made but not one thing of Polly’s to be found. Real fear gripped his stomach, someone must have kidnapped them, he went through every room same thing, any thing that had belonged to Mary or Polly it was gone. He felt his stomach coming up into his mouth and ran into the bathroom, after leaving his lunch in the stool he saw the letter tapped to the mirror.
He grabbed it his hands sweating, fear gripping him, he had just talked to her on the phone the night before, she said she would see him tonight and she loved him so something bad had to have happened. He was careful opening it, so in case it were some kind of ransom note the cops could get finger prints.
Dear Jim
I am so sorry you are finding out this way. I loved you with all my heart for so long, and this is so very hard to write. You left us here alone all the time, I got so down, then one day Jack came by to see about selling me insurance. He was so nice and lives in the city. He asked to take me for supper so I took Polly and went. I didn’t think anything would come of supper away from here. But dear over time it became more and more suppers and movies and yes sex.
I am so sorry to tell you this but I fell in love with Jack. I still care for you and want you happy but it is over. I’ll file for the divorce in fact I already have and you will get the papers soon. Don’t worry, I don’t want anything, I took our clothes and personal stuff, Jack wants to adopt Polly, so if you will sign the papers it would mean a lot to me and then you won’t have to even pay child support.
This way you can begin your life again and find some good country girl to love. I am sorry but I just couldn’t tell you face to face, I know how your temper is and you would of ended up hurting me and then being sorry.
Mary and Polly
Tears ran down Billy’s cheeks, he had never seen this coming, why didn’t she tell him it was that bad; give him a chance to make it right. Billy never drank much but to night he went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whisky and began drinking from the bottle. By the time the bottle was empty he wasn’t feeling better but in place of fear and pain there was just anger.
He began to make his plan. In a drunken rage he planned just what he thought he had to do. This was his life, his family stole from him by a salesman, for Pete’s sake.
That night he sleep on the couch, the next day he woke up feeling like he had been hit by a truck but he knew what he was going to do. He called some of his friends; yes they knew who Jack the insurance guy was, seems he works out of his house in the city only a hours drive. Yes they had his address after all he was their agent. Why did he want to buy insurance? Oh yeah, I want to get a lot of it, he would say and hang up.
He went down to his study in the basement and unlocked his storage cabinet where he kept his 38 Smith and Wesson and grabbed a box of shells. He had never used this gun for anything but target practice but he was one hell of a shot. Today he would get back what was taken from him. It was more then about taking his wife and daughter it was his family, his pride, his reason for living and working, all gone.
As he drove toward the city he couldn’t get over the anger that grew deeper and deeper in his troubled heart and soul. He thought he knew Mary, he thought he understood her and just trusted in her love for him. How long had this been going on, was this the first and only time she had cheated. Was he coming home making love to her while she still had some others guy love juice in her. Was she thinking of Jack when he kissed her and made love to her?
If the whore was going to leave him, ok, but why take his baby too, maybe it wasn’t his baby at all. He began to think of the little things he should of picked up on, her pulling back from mouth to mouth kisses. The way she quite moaning during love making and in fact would just lay there staring off out a window, how long had it been that way, way too long. He had thought it was just being tired from country living. What a fool he had been, last week when he came home hadn’t he noticed the smell of perfume in the bed room. My god she was doing him in his bed, he remembered that smell on his pillow, it was jacks sweat he had smelled.
She had all but quite talking over the past few months, she wouldn’t sit by him on the couch and watch TV and always had an excuse to be distant. He could see them in his mind on his bed, her taking the top, her face as she reached the mountaintop. His heart became cold, very cold like ice.
He pulled in the driveway of the big nice house, much nicer then his own. There was the sports BMW in the drive. As he walked up the steps he heard the sounds of singing inside and laughter. His mind began to stop, he closed his eyes, for one second he thought what am I doing here, then he kicked the door open.
There she was, Mary lying on the floor playing with Polly and there he was sitting in this big black leather recliner. His eyes got big and started to jump up, the words half out of his mouth, what the he…. He never said more for there was three loud bangs.
Jim hadn’t even realized he pulled the trigger or that the gun was in his hands. He turned toward Mary and Polly who just stared at him. He spoke, slow cold heartless words, you whore and the loud bang again, one, two, three. He slowly as if he were on the shooting range dumped the shell casing out into his hand and loaded. Polly was screaming and covering her face while crying, screaming yelling, Daddy, no Daddy.
He heard the words but the words didn’t mean anything, they were noises not real meaning and then Bang, Bang, Bang.
He turned and walked out leaving the door open, he walked to his car and got in and backed out of the drive and began to head back to the highway. He didn’t want to go home, because it wasn’t a home any more, he was a man with no life.
He drove out to the look out point over the river. He stepped out of his car and leaned on the hood. For the first time a tear since last night ran down his face, God why? Then his hand raised ever so slow as he looked out over the river, he heard in the distance songs being sung and realized it was from the church it was Sunday. He used to go to church but not since a long time ago when he was sixteen. His hand stopped in mid air, the tune filling his head. Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, then Bang.
His family stood beside the grave, as his body was being lowered, Mary and Polly were already buried and they weren’t there at this sad moment to even say good bye. But here folks stood not understanding how this could of happened, how could Paul’s brother have become a killer, how had mommas little boy killed his wife and daughter, the light of his life. They stood tears in the eyes wondering what mistakes they had made, never knowing the mistakes were not theirs to feel guilty for, the only real mistake was going in the ground, Jim had forgotten something he once knew, What a friend we have in Jesus.
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