Mirielle
Titel: Mirielle
Words: 733
Warnings: Violence and sexual references
Written for brigits_flame , November 2009, week 4, topic: gun
She stood at my door, looking as gorgeous as always. Smiling slightly, she pushed her wavy black hair behind her ears. Her light blue eyes gazed at me in a way that made me wonder if she could see my innermost thoughts.
“May I come in?”
I stepped aside, allowing her into my small flat.
“I was just making myself a coffee, would you like one too?”
“Oh yes, with lots of sugar!” she replied. Not bothering to cast off her long coat, she whirled into the kitchen.
I prepared the coffee, frequently looking over to where she sat perched on the counter, intensely studying her surroundings.
After several minutes, her voice broke through the silence.
“So, what are you doing today?”
“Actually, up to the moment I heard the doorbell, I was getting ready for university. I’m supposed to give a presentation today,” I replied, handing her a cup of coffee.
“Oh, that.” Her mouth became a slight frown. “I never understand why you even bother.”
She looked out of the window at the bright autumn leaves. Lifting the cup to her mouth, she took a sip of the scalding hot coffee. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised that she didn’t even wince.
“Well, as I said, that was before you turned up. I’m sure you have better ideas….”
Within seconds, her frown had turned into the most brilliant smile possible, reminding me of why I seemed to be unable to turn down any of her whims.
There had been mornings in which I had woken up in a train wagon miles from home, just because she had decided that having sex there would be exciting. I could remember running through parks naked with the police after us because she couldn’t resist swimming in the lake. I also avoided going to several shops and a certain bank in fear of being recognised.
There was no telling what would be next whenever she decided to pay me one of her irregular visits.
Still smiling, she jumped off the counter. She downed her remaining coffee in one and bounced over to me.
“Why don’t we just have sex?” she whispered into my ear.
I barely managed to set down my untouched cup of coffee before being pulled out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Her coat hit the ground next to my bed with a curious thud and her other clothes followed. I undressed as well, and within moments, my world faded to skin on skin and heavy breathing.
Afterwards, we lay on our backs listening to our breaths grow even. She rolled onto her side towards me, her black hair framing her face like a halo.
“Don’t you feel that this is one of those moments in which everything is possible?” she asked. “As if there could never be any problems again?”
Offering me another of her glowing smiles, she reached next to the bed before pressing something cool into my hand.
“As though you could just hold this gun to your head and shoot without anything happening? I mean, does the world feel as if there could be any evil right now?”
“Mirielle.…” I breathed, realising just what I was holding.
“No, look!” She took the gun from my hand and faster than I could even understand what was happening, her finger pulled the trigger.
“Mirielle!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Helen sat up in bed.
“Shh, darling. It’s okay, Frank. It’s only a dream.”
“But… Mirielle….”
“Darling, calm down. It’s over. Look around, you’re in our bedroom, Mirielle isn’t here. That’s all over.”
Frank’s eyes hastily moved around the room before settling on the wardrobe door in an almost hypnotised way.
“Oh.…”
“Just stay here, darling, I’ll get you your medicine and a glass of water. I’ll be right back,” Helen said, getting out of bed.
She walked down the hall to the bathroom, tiredly rubbing her eyes. The doctor had warned her that as the dementia got worse, Frank would become less aware of the present and think he was in the past. However, she had not realised that meant he would forget more than forty years of happy marriage and wake up each night thinking he was lying next to a woman that had been dead for such a long time.
Sighing, Helen took Frank’s medicine from the cupboard and filled a glass of water.
A shot rang out. Helen froze before setting the glass of water down with shaky hands.
Words: 733
Warnings: Violence and sexual references
Written for brigits_flame , November 2009, week 4, topic: gun
She stood at my door, looking as gorgeous as always. Smiling slightly, she pushed her wavy black hair behind her ears. Her light blue eyes gazed at me in a way that made me wonder if she could see my innermost thoughts.
“May I come in?”
I stepped aside, allowing her into my small flat.
“I was just making myself a coffee, would you like one too?”
“Oh yes, with lots of sugar!” she replied. Not bothering to cast off her long coat, she whirled into the kitchen.
I prepared the coffee, frequently looking over to where she sat perched on the counter, intensely studying her surroundings.
After several minutes, her voice broke through the silence.
“So, what are you doing today?”
“Actually, up to the moment I heard the doorbell, I was getting ready for university. I’m supposed to give a presentation today,” I replied, handing her a cup of coffee.
“Oh, that.” Her mouth became a slight frown. “I never understand why you even bother.”
She looked out of the window at the bright autumn leaves. Lifting the cup to her mouth, she took a sip of the scalding hot coffee. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised that she didn’t even wince.
“Well, as I said, that was before you turned up. I’m sure you have better ideas….”
Within seconds, her frown had turned into the most brilliant smile possible, reminding me of why I seemed to be unable to turn down any of her whims.
There had been mornings in which I had woken up in a train wagon miles from home, just because she had decided that having sex there would be exciting. I could remember running through parks naked with the police after us because she couldn’t resist swimming in the lake. I also avoided going to several shops and a certain bank in fear of being recognised.
There was no telling what would be next whenever she decided to pay me one of her irregular visits.
Still smiling, she jumped off the counter. She downed her remaining coffee in one and bounced over to me.
“Why don’t we just have sex?” she whispered into my ear.
I barely managed to set down my untouched cup of coffee before being pulled out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Her coat hit the ground next to my bed with a curious thud and her other clothes followed. I undressed as well, and within moments, my world faded to skin on skin and heavy breathing.
Afterwards, we lay on our backs listening to our breaths grow even. She rolled onto her side towards me, her black hair framing her face like a halo.
“Don’t you feel that this is one of those moments in which everything is possible?” she asked. “As if there could never be any problems again?”
Offering me another of her glowing smiles, she reached next to the bed before pressing something cool into my hand.
“As though you could just hold this gun to your head and shoot without anything happening? I mean, does the world feel as if there could be any evil right now?”
“Mirielle.…” I breathed, realising just what I was holding.
“No, look!” She took the gun from my hand and faster than I could even understand what was happening, her finger pulled the trigger.
“Mirielle!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Helen sat up in bed.
“Shh, darling. It’s okay, Frank. It’s only a dream.”
“But… Mirielle….”
“Darling, calm down. It’s over. Look around, you’re in our bedroom, Mirielle isn’t here. That’s all over.”
Frank’s eyes hastily moved around the room before settling on the wardrobe door in an almost hypnotised way.
“Oh.…”
“Just stay here, darling, I’ll get you your medicine and a glass of water. I’ll be right back,” Helen said, getting out of bed.
She walked down the hall to the bathroom, tiredly rubbing her eyes. The doctor had warned her that as the dementia got worse, Frank would become less aware of the present and think he was in the past. However, she had not realised that meant he would forget more than forty years of happy marriage and wake up each night thinking he was lying next to a woman that had been dead for such a long time.
Sighing, Helen took Frank’s medicine from the cupboard and filled a glass of water.
A shot rang out. Helen froze before setting the glass of water down with shaky hands.