tea for four

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
a man who's eager to swoop in on a quite obviously loveless marriage - but in his own way.

Submitted: February 15, 2017

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Submitted: February 15, 2017



Tea for Four.

By Mark Reid

 “You’ll do no such thing Carol! You’ll sit there and let me cook tea, you’ve been on your feet all day…you’ve earned a rest! Tea should only be a couple of minutes now anyway! Bob, Justin…I hope you boys are hungry, as there are an awful lot of vegetables here, I may have gone a bit overboard! And I know how much of a growing lad young Justin is! In fact, Robert, could you set the table please?”

Alexander runs back to the kitchen, he has a classic cooking apron on that covers his entire body almost to his knees. He’s frantically dashing around the kitchen, slamming doors and opening the lid of the pan he’s got over the hob to add more spices and herbs. The steam is almost unbearable as there isn’t a window open. Alexander keeps scoffing and waving his hand in front of his face to rid the steam, but refuses to open a window, he wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead and sets four plates on the worktop. Clanging and banging is heard throughout the house coming from the kitchen until a voice shouts that ‘tea’s ready’ and Alexander places four plates on the dining table.

“Robert! I thought I asked you to set the table? After a hard day I just wanted a nice meal with no falling out! Justin! Sit up properly! Don’t slouch!”

Alexander returns with four sets of cutlery and places them either side of every plate on the table.

BOB. I do hope that this laziness of yours is just a phase and you aren’t like this in your own home whilst Carol is making tea? And what kind of example are you setting to young Justin here? JUSTIN! SIT UP!”

As Alexander shouts at Justin, there is a silence in the room as Alexander’s eyes move rapidly to focus on each person, a slight tension is felt when he catches eyes with Carol, but he quickly stuffs his mouth with some cauliflower before Robert catches him and thinks anything is suspicious. All that is heard is the jabbing of a fork into food on the plates and the hacking through of a knife. Alexander is the one to start conversation again.

“So BOB, what do you think is the root of the problem as to why you and Carol over here aren’t getting on? You’ve been married for 3 years and have a healthy son; I think you have it rather lucky to be honest. As a matter of fact, I’d say you’re one of the luckiest men I know. Tea cooked for you every night, you don’t lift a finger in the house and you have a gorgeous wife who you can’t attend to because you like to spend your time either in the office or down at that stinking pub!! You don’t deserve the life you have, the wife you have or even the son you have. Yeah, Yeah that’s right, run away in shame because you know it yourself to be true! Get out of my house Go on GET OUT!”

Alexander breathes in and out heavily through his mouth and frantically apologises to Carol and Justin for what he’s just said.

I know…I know it’s none of my business and I know I shouldn’t have raised my voice…but it just gets to me that he takes you both for granted. Carol, Carol, look at me Carol. Leave him. You deserve better…you could live here with me, you and the boy! Oh what a fantastic idea! Ha-ha! Oh, oh I feel like celebrating! Let’s open a bottle! OOOOH, come here Carol my darling!”

Alexander grabs Carol under the arms and throws her onto himself. He squeezes her and spins her around before dancing her into the living room tilting her backwards before kissing her lips as romantically as he can before shuffling over towards the radio with Carol’s arms still around his neck and shoulders.

“Let’s see if we can find something we can dance to on this radio – on account of this wonderful occasion!! Oh, oh come on! It’s infuriating when you can’t find a signal! Oh here’s one!”

A tinny, crackling noise is heard from the radio for a couple of seconds until a voice speaks;

“On local news, a car crash is being investigated as it was found in a ditch outside Elmgate Forest, there are clear signs of forced entry as the handle has been ripped off and the windscreen smashed open. The blood that has been shed cannot be from the shattering of the glass, as there is simply too much covering the insides of the car. The peculiar thing about this investigation is that there are no signs of any bodies around the immediate area of the car but searches will commence ASAP. A child’s booster seat was found in the back seat and a clear sign that the cars breaks were cut before the car started moving. Inspectors are investigating as we speak.”

Alexander looks around the room in silence with a hint of a smile on his face, there is a man thrown towards the door of the house whose head has been bludgeoned with the hammer still embedded in his skull. In the dining room, there are 4 plates of boiled vegetables still steaming and the corpse of a young boy no older than four with his head slumped into the plate in front of him. Looking in front of him, Alexander see’s a woman with her throat slit wide open and blood still trickling down his cooking apron, her arms are forcefully thrown around his neck. He takes a look in the mirror at himself for a few seconds before wiping away the blood from his lips and face and goes back to tuning the radio to look for some music. A couple of seconds later, he bursts with excitement as he finds a song and proceeds to dance with ‘Carol’.

“Oh I love this record! Isn’t it just divine my darling??”

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