Death Will Not Us Part

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Inspired by the Twin Temple song and video: 'Let's Hang Together.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adKrGyvPKZE

Cover image: pixabay.com.

Death Will Not Us Part

Is this a love story? Maybe, in part; but mostly it’s about obsession, commitment and death.

You and me belonged to each other in a way not many people could ever comprehend.

I wonder what he thought, the man of the cloth, when we turned up for our wedding in black. My gown was suitably lacy, of course, and so was the veil that covered my face in patterns of ebony. Boy, did you look handsome! A bit on the gaunt side for black has that effect, especially on someone already tall and thin.

Whatever he thought he kept to himself as he joined us in holy matrimony. That was never going to work, was it? I mean, we’ve always been children more akin to the Devil. You slipped a ring on my finger and I slipped a ring on yours.

You may now kiss the bride.”

Our lips met for a moment, gentle, not hungry. A somber moment for there was no going back.

How many wedding dresses have pockets, I wonder? Mine did, and you slipped your hand inside it and pulled out the gun I’d hidden there, then you turned to him as he stood with hands clasping his good book, and you shot him.

You couldn’t miss from that distance. A moment of shocked realization showed on his face before he dropped to the ground and the white became stained with red. When he’d agreed to perform the ceremony, he signed his own death warrant, for there could be no witnesses to our romantic madness You killed him, but I gave you the opportunity.

It wasn't a crime of passion. You know I don't think we've ever felt that. Passion, I mean. Or remorse, because we left him exactly where he fell, and we slowly rode away.

It was not that far to the cemetery. I rode in front and you rode behind; two figures in black. They’d hang you for sure, for pulling that trigger. Me, I was an accessory to the crime, bringing the accessory of the crime. As guilty as you of that murder. There was no question in our minds, we both deserved to hang.

We let the horses go. We wouldn’t be needing them any more so we’d let them find their own new homes.

Me with my veil in front of my face, and you with that hat still firmly in place, we walked. Slowly, steadily, one foot in front of the other, we stepped in funereal procession through the graves. Not that they’d bury us on hallowed ground after our actions, but it seemed a fitting place to carry out our next step, our final step.

The ropes were ready, side by side. We’d never have been able to live together but we could hang together, die together. Nooses for necks... I passed the rope over your head and you shut your eyes. Please, don’t back out, I thought, but you didn’t. Gently, you passed the other rope over . A silent nod for we’ve been tried and convicted by our own intention. Your hand in mine and my hand in yours, fingers entwined, a jerk of the rope and death will not us part.

 

(Twin Temple - Let's Hang Together https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adKrGyvPKZE)


Submitted: June 19, 2020

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Sue Harris

This is so dark and disturbing, not one for lifting the spirits but a riveting read.

Fri, June 19th, 2020 6:52pm

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No, I guess it is a bit bleak. Definitely fits in with my mood these days. Thanks for giving it a read, Sue.

Sat, June 20th, 2020 10:20am

Mike S.

Another fine story, Hull!

Fri, June 19th, 2020 8:06pm

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Thanks, Mike. Have you heard the song? You might like it, I don't know.

Sat, June 20th, 2020 10:18am

Vance Currie

This is such a weird story, Hully, but you wrote it very well. I don't know the song, but I get the dark humour in its title.

Fri, June 19th, 2020 9:59pm

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It was inspired by a bit of a weird video that I had never seen before. Thanks, Joe.

Sat, June 20th, 2020 10:16am

Craig Davison

Very dark and strangely amusing. I really liked this and hope I can write about something more profound than cats some day. My landflord and his family came over today to see how little Persephone is getting on. The power just went again and I am in darkness with a torch to write by. I'll have to put the generator on again and listen to Classical music until I fall asleep. It's the longest night tonight. The winter solstice. Oh well, it could be worse. I could be homeless with two fighting cats in the middle of winter in the rain. I wish I had more fire wood.

Sat, June 20th, 2020 8:25am

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I wish you had too. I'm glad you found it amusing. I do like to try and inject a little dark humor sometimes.
I hope today is better for you. And tell Persephone and Tom Tom to behave or I'll send Jessie Boo over.

Sat, June 20th, 2020 10:13am

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