a
jerk,” she said,” I did what needed to be done to solve this
problem”. Then she stormed off.
“I am going to
see Henry,” she said, “and I won't be back tonight. You can sit
here pulling yourself off, as per usual.”
Once she was
gone, he went back to Katrina’s room, he couldn't understand
it.
And then in the
corner of the room he found some blood on the floor.
He was
shocked.
He edged out of
the room and ran for the phone.
He called the
police, and told them of Katrina’s disappearance and the blood on
the floor.
That evening
flew by, the police came, questioned him, checked his statements,
took samples of blood and fingerprints from around the room.
Then they went
to find his wife.
By dawn, she
had been arrested with the murder of Katrina.
After this,
Brian went through his life like an automaton.
He couldn't
function without Katrina; his wife was pushed through the legal
system and found guilty of Katrina’s murder. He divorced her.
He decided to
take long leave from work with a view to retiring sometime in the
next year; once he could get his life started again.
He looked a
wreck; to his friends he was completely lost.
He had no life
left.
Every now and
then he would just disappear, for weeks on end and everybody just
felt pity for him.
They encouraged
him to find a new woman to start a new life but he said that he
couldn’t, he just didn't have the heart to try again.
His friends
became concerned as he became more and more reclusive.
He disappeared
from his normal life more and more.
Then one day he
sat down with a few close friends and told them of his plans to
move to Australia and start again.
They all
thought it was a great idea and encouraged him to move on with his
life.
He was pleased
that he had their support and assured them that once he was settled
in Down Under he would contact them and let them know how he was
going.
He shook hands
with them all and exchanged good wishes. They didn’t really expect
to hear from him again.
Over the next
month he closed his bank accounts, sold the house and cashed up
completely.
Then he
left.
LOVE
The woman with
the long blond hair entered the supermarket for her weekly
shopping. She greeted the staff and exchanged views on the
weather.
She said her
husband was returning after a long work stint overseas. They were
all most excited for her.
She pushed her
trolley down the aisles humming to herself and wiggling her hips,
she was feeling so excited about her evening.
She paid for
her goods with cash, she always used cash, and waved the girls
goodbye.
“Goodbye luv,”
said the store owner, “We hope it goes well for you tonight,
Georgina.” She winked knowingly.
The blonde
smiled, “I am sure it will,” she said.
Half an hour
later she arrived at her remote country farmhouse, there was a car
in the drive way.
She jumped from
her car and ran to the door.
There was man
waiting for her. She leapt into his arms and kissed him
passionately.
“Oh my god,”
she said, “I have waited so long for this darling.”
“I have waited
so long to be in your arms again and to know you don't have to go
away anymore, to know you are mine, all mine.”
Brian kissed
her hungrily and then looked at her.
Her eyes still
held him; they still drew him in every time, just like when he had
first met her, as Katrina.
They went
inside and started their new life together, their life of love and
passion and freedom, and he felt no regret for the deception they
had created and the revenge he had exacted upon a woman who had
been unfaithful to him from the day they married and who had made
his life hell.
He felt no
regret for the revenge they had taken after his wife, following his
confession, had beaten Katrina whilst he was away in Europe on
business. He felt some sadness for the baby that Katrina had
miscarried on that night in the corner of her room.
He