June 20, 2012

The “sweetest revenge”

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I am sure that you remember Anna. Because many of you can see their selves through her eyes. The eyes that drip jealousy and mirror an invincible desire for revenge.

The last time I wrote about Anna, I mentioned that she is a woman full of problems and concerns. A betrayed wife that is familiar with the fact that her husband is cheating on her with her only sister. She has been waiting for 2 years, but today it’s the day..The day that will be signaling the beginning of her new life and the loss of another one.

18:45 pm

 Preparing a nice birthday cake always gives Anna a feeling of creativity and completeness. With her lovely measuring spoons and her scale ready to weigh each one of the ingredients, she starts reading the recipe for the “sweetest revenge”. She loosens up her yellow belt that holds stable her amazing tight-fitted layered blue dress and grabs a spatula in order to mix the dough. Several minutes later, the cake looks flawless and ready to be tasted. But not from everybody.

Anna: Come on everyone! The cake is ready! I am so pleased to have you all here 2 years after the last time I celebrated my birthday with you. Honey..would you like to make a toast?

Tom: Of course! To my beloved wife, the most faithful person I’ve ever met in my life!

Anna: Faith is to believe what you don’t see, but who would rather be blind, right? The first piece belongs to my wonderful husband, the reward for my constant faith.

The piece slides away from the yellow cake platter and is being cautiously placed on a plate. Tom grabs a small wooden fork to have a quick bite. Anna keeps making a nerve-racking noise with the heel of her peep-toe ankle boots, being anxious for the end of the night. As she is taking away the rest of her creation, she notices a weird movement behind her back. Tom slips and falls down in front of his children’s aghast eyes. While her sister cries for help, Anna runs towards Tom’s unconscious body. Tears form a stream along her cheeks when suddenly her husband seems to regain his power and gasps for air. She is looking at him appalled until his face loses all of its color. Finally, his eyes end up staring into the void. Her only love, her eternal companion lies dead in front of her. It is the first time that her life is meaningless. She is a murderer and for all the years that will go by, she will always feel that way.

                                                                                                                 By Tim Krag

(product finds and photo collage by Gertrude)

If you’ve missed the first part of the story read it here.

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