Nursery Crimes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inspired by 'Sing A Song Of Sixpence'.

Chapter 19 (v.1) - Spite!

Submitted: April 17, 2018

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Submitted: April 17, 2018

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Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye;

four and twenty blackbirds

Baked in a pie,

When the pie was opened

The birds began to sing;

Wasn’t that a dainty dish,

To set before the king.

 

The king was in the counting house

Counting out his money;

The queen was in the parlour

Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden

Hanging out the clothes,

When down came a blackbird

And pecked off her nose.

 

Spite!

Every time that Rosalind caught sight of Helena she was hit by a surge of anger. This rage was all the more stronger because she could not let it show, not even a tiny bit. The boiling pit of hatred she carried inside herself had to be kept hidden.

James should have picked her to be his wife. They’d grown up together, had played together and had always been the best of friends. How could he not have noticed the way her feelings towards him changed? And didn’t he feel it too? She was so sure he did, was certain that she was destined to become his queen.

And then Helena arrived on the scene. James brought her home with him one day, looking at her with total adoration. What was the matter with him? Why couldn’t he see that he already had a perfect partner waiting for him? Rosalind hated the imposter at first sight.

James did not even notice her any longer, rarely even spoke to her any more, and when the engagement was announced, Rosalind allowed herself one night to weep and wail, before the total hatred took over from the pain.

The weeks and months sped past and the wedding was looming up. To add insult to injury, Helena approached her and asked her to be her maid of honor. Rosalind was speechless; but how could she refuse.

As the shock of the request wore off, a plan began to form; one that might well finish off the wedding plans altogether. The day before the marriage was to take place, the families were meeting for a meal; Rosalind volunteered to bake a pie.

The recipe was one of her own devising. A cooked pastry base, a cooked pastry top, and a very special filling which hopefully would stay quiet enough to not arouse suspicion. She carefully worked away, her hands encased in thick gloves, and hummed away to herself as she funnelled the ingredients inside.

When the families were all comfortably seated around the table, Rosalind carried in the pie. She had intended on making a hasty exit but James asked her to slice and serve it. Now what was she to do? She could hardly say ‘no’ so, hoping no-one noticed, she pulled her sleeves down to cover her hands, picked up the knife and plunged it through the pastry.

Instantly hundreds of angry bees started swarming their way from inside the pastry to make their anger known. The women screamed, the men shouted and waved at the bees which only served to inflame their tempers even more. Rosalind stood back from it all, laughing so hard she could hardly stay on her feet.

Unfortunately for her, at least some of the bees seemed to recognize her as being responsible for their pastry imprisonment and they buzzed their way, in a bee-line, straight towards her. James and his father had flung open the french windows freeing some of the traumatized insects, while Helena and her mother saw to the stings that had resulted.

Nobody noticed Rosalind, now surrounded by bees intent on revenge. And even Rosalind was unaware that she had a severe allergy to bee venom. Anaphylactic shock is not a nice way to go.

 


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