The Aftermath

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


Young Catherine has been a house of sorrow ever since she was born. To worsen the case, she married an abusive husband, but the way she went about the matter was different but not unexpected. Could
she bear the repercussions? Why don't you find out what her action led her do.


THE AFTERMATH Catherine trudged down the busy pedestrian way of the Mariesburg Bridge, moving with the current of the crowd. The pedestrians were so busy chatting and minding their various businesses that they did not notice, the beautiful lady whose face was drained of color and whose green eyes were static as she stared into oblivion. She had never been like normal people and today was no exception. Her body was present but her soul wandered the worlds of sorrow, anguish and frustration. She was a beautiful and flawless blonde, but beneath that book cover, were contents of turmoil. Catherine trudged on and on going nowhere in particular. Memories of what she’d done this morning flashed through her mind. The memories made her blood run cold. The fact that they were hers and she played a part in them tore her away from the very fabric of humanity. They were vivid and clear like images from a HD Color TV. She remembered it, saw it right in front of her, the blood on her hands and on the kitchen knife. She clearly saw the bloody male corpse that lay by her side on the bed as she wept, whether tears of joy or of fear, she did not know. She had cleaned the whole room of any blood stain and had stowed the bed sheets and the knife in the toilet bowl. She had emptied the chest freezer and carefully squeezed the corpse in. After many years of aggressive domestic abuse, she had finally put an end to it. She did the right thing. She had killed her husband, the source of her sorrow. Yet she did not find what she sought—peace, elation, and freedom. Instead she received the contrary. She moved towards the parapet. She leaned on it and weighed her actions. The weight of her actions and the impending consequence dawned slowly. She regretted her actions. She could not deal with the aftermath she was facing now. She was neck deep in a sinking sand of agony, hopelessness and utter dejection. No matter how she tried to swim out, it was useless. The more she struggled the more she was defeated it was as if her energy was being used against her. The authorities were fiercely after her. It was only a matter of time before she would be caught and perhaps executed. She shuddered at the thought of being caught. She had lived with and endured sorrow and hardship from her childhood. All she needed was one moment of peace; she thought freeing herself from her abusive husband by killing him would bring the desired peace. Suddenly from the blues a memory dropped into her head, the memory of herself in church listening to sermon being delivered by the pastor. She saw him clearly, his white bearded smiling face preaching the Word of God. The pastor had said only God could bring peace and to seek God was very simple. “He is everywhere!” the pastor had said beaming with smiles. “He is made manifest in all His creation, the sun, stars, moon, skies, nature, the seas, name it!” Hope surged through Catherine’s veins at the thought of this. It warmed up her blood and gave her heart a new beat. Catherine knew then what she had to do. She had to meet with God. She did not need to go to church, the remedy was right here. The pastor had said that God was present in all of His creations. Catherine observed the river before her. For the first time in her life she saw how beautiful and peaceful the sea was. She saw how the river was much like God. For most of her life she had been a house of sorrow. Now the end was here. She swung her left leg over the parapet. She heard some raised voices close to her but in her rhapsody they were very tiny and far away. Just then, five police cars came to a halt a few feet behind her. She looked behind her and saw the police advancing towards her. She smiled. The devil and his cohorts had come to stop her from getting what she so much wanted, but they were too late. She swung over the second leg and plummeted into the river. Her mind let go of everything and embraced peace. Even when she felt the cold liquid of the river engulf her, even when her lungs filled with water, she was not disturbed. Her mind was set. She would finally find peace. She sunk deeper to the deep reaches of the river never to come out again.


Submitted: September 10, 2017

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