Charity Blake sat in the mansion
taking one last look around. She and her husband of five years had
it all. They had the big house, the fancy cars, and money to burn.
Any other woman would have been happy with what life had thrown
their way if they were her, but Charity was far from happy. She had
for several months been taking stock of what was really important
to her and nothing here was on her list. She found herself drifting
back to when she first met her husband Brian Blake and for a moment
a smile radiated from her soft red lips. Those days had been magic
or at least she thought they were. Perhaps she had been wrong to
fall in love with him. She should have really paid more attention
to that inner voice which had said, "Caution! Beware!"
She had put on the little black dress
that Brian had bought her to wear that evening. He had also
presented her with a huge diamond pendant which she wore around her
slender neck. It would have been a wonderful gesture had he bought
the gifts for her, but he had done it so she would look fantastic
for the opening of their new business venture.
It seemed all Brian cared for these
days was showing off his lovely wife and all his other
"You look great!" he had exclaimed,
"Just the right image I want people to take note of."
"Is that all you care about Brian?"she
asked him feeling the tears start in her eyes.
"We have to portray a certain image,
now don't we?" he asked rather flippantly.
Charity had sighed and nodded her head
in an affirmative matter. Things were not as they had been when
they first found each other. It hurt. Charity could still feel how
he had led her to the dance floor in the nightclub. How his arms
had encircled her waist and heart. The kiss came later as they
danced and she knew he was the one she could love forever. They had
married and moved into the huge grotesque mansion, the two of them
now called home. Charity did not feel it was her home. Over the
years most of the furnishings had been selected by a designer. The
clothes she wore were hand selected by Brian. She had no say on
where they ate or where they went. This house had become her prison
and she hated it and yes she hated him.
She collected her purse and headed for
the door. There were things she wanted and if he would not give
them to her she would find them elsewhere. She walked to her black
BMW and climbed inside. I hate this car as well she told herself. I
just don't understand how he could do this to me. Charity when
Brian met her was an aspiring writer. She had published several
articles in magazines and the literary world had proclaimed she was
one of the best writers of the decade. She had discarded her career
and dreams, because it just didn't fit her husband's mold of what
he wanted her to be.
She drove to a marketplace not to far
from their house and walked in her black dress and heels among the
people who were there looking for some treasure to collect and take
home with them. She found a flower stand that had the most
exquisite roses. How she loved the fragrance of the flowers. The
sheer beauty they projected was heavenly. In her younger days
before meeting Brian she would take a bouquet of the delicate
flowers to a cliff overlooking the river and spend hours scattering
the rose petals to the wind. A silly whim touched her brain and she
purchased a dozen of the red roses. She walked a ghost among the
living. No one approached her or spoke to her. She could feel the
people watching her and wondering what someone like her was doing
here, dressed as she was. Charity became self conscious and opted
to leave. She had a date with destiny.
It took the better part of an hour for
Charity to arrive at her destination. She pulled her car off the
roadway and walked the short distance to the overlook. The wind
caught tendrils of her short black hair and whipped them about her
heart-shaped face. She had taken the time to leave the note for
him. It was the last thing she would ever write. She smiled and
hoped he liked it. Charity had forgotten how beautiful it was here
in the fresh air watching the river as it ran so swiftly and
beautifully below. As ifnone of the sadness had ever occurred she
began peeling the petals from the roses and tossing them into the
air. She watched as the wind caught them and like little red birds
they floated freely in the breeze.
Brian found the note on the front
entry hall table where his wife had left it. The note read as
you kiss my cold dead lips
my life force as it slips
in the river?
you cry a tear or maybe two
woman you loved so long, so true?
who could deliver.
tell me now I would like to know
can say I did offend you so?
read your mind.
someone can love you so long and deep
someone and all the while keep
seeking what you find?
you remember me forever?
each moment we spent be a treasure?
tell me love how deep and wide?
you hang your head in disgrace
could not gaze upon my face?
push all those feelings aside?
in reality actually care
your actions might cause me despair?
tell me I want to know.
you kiss my cold dead lips
my life force as it slips
the river's flow?
"What the hell?" he asked the empty
A groan escaped him as the
realization hit him of what she had written. This certainly was
not going to look good, he thought to himself as he picked up the
phone to call the authorities.