“Sorry I’m not here to take your call, but please leave a message” with this, her impatience turns to dread. As she franticly types in the number for the services, she suddenly hears the piercing, loud ring of the door bell. Relief descends over her as she stumbles to the door which reveals her husband, tattered, and out of breath, large rimmed glasses coving up rich hazel eyes, smartly dressed and with a small mop of dark hair, parted neatly.
At this sight, her relief swiftly turns to hate.
“Brad! I was worried sick. Where have you been! Look at you, you’re a mess what have you been up too?” The cliché of stampeding questions often presented by a wife or a mother in this situation received the same reply of complete silence and confusion.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes! You are in so much trouble!!” she announced followed by a sharp thump to his head.
“Please, I was mugged on the way home. I’m sorry I am la...”
“Don’t you dare use that excuse on me! I know exactly what you were up to, and don’t think I don’t, you were you with that girl again! I know no you were. Now get in doors, right now!”
Sitting at the table delicately eating this delight of a meal, through stabbingly awkward silence. She stood up and walked, frustrated, towards the kitchen.
“Another bottle. Dear?” she sneered through gritted teeth, picking up the ready sharpened cord screw.
“No dear, I’m fine. I had a bottle with the guys before I ca…” catching the smallest glimpse of the ferocity that was her face, he automatically retracted back his comment and apologised repeatedly.
“Anything else you care to tell me, Brad” Although said politely, fury could easily be heard behind this false angel. Again a wave of apologies filled the room with no response or mercy. The only communication given to him was the persistence of eating. Quiet fills the room once more. Tension hanging in the air like a high wire act.
“I appear to have lost my appetite” She said in a calm manner, which contrasted greatly to the mood of the room. She stood up, nudging the chair back with the back of her legs, making the chair grown against the wooden floor. She walked to the kitchen holding her perfect meal, with a fixed tensed expression and a heated sigh leaving him to wallow in confusion and guilt in that candle lit romantic, deathly room.
As she started to wrap the chicken in tin foil, preparing it for another meal, she felt an overwhelming feeling of complete remorse and guilt. Was she too hard on him? Had she spoiled this perfect evening? Maybe she should apologize? After putting the chicken in the fridge, she drifted elegantly towards where her husband was, before noticing that he continued to indulge his meal, even after the absence of his wife.
“What are you doing, Brad?” He turned around, thinking of anything he’d done wrong this time.
“You carried on eating without me. What have I done to deserve this?!” Weeping hysterically, he leaned over, hand on hers to show his support, to find a reply of anger once again.
“Get off!” She flinched. He was accustomed to this behaviour. He stood up and walked out of the room.
“This is all my fault. Why can’t I just be a good wife?” She sobbed once more. She heard rustling from outside, maybe it’s a present. Or a surprise. Her state quickly changed once more to that of happiness and joy. Back to the door, she heard him enter the room again. The coldness of silence descended once more, the mood however not dampening the excitement within her. As footsteps gradually came towards her, anticipation grew more and ever more stronger with every tap, his heel connected to the floor. Her hands clenched and eyes squinted, rigid with excitement, until she could take no more, she had to know what it was. She just had to look. Footsteps stopped. Slowly revolving her head she caught a glimpse of her husband’s face, cold and confused. She then noticed his arm outstretched clasping an object.
“Turn around please”
“What are you doing, Brad?”
“I’m sorry dear”.....
Sunday 7th June 1998
.....So there it stands, the cold, hard grave stone of where she is perched. Written on which states:
BORN 23RD NOVEMBER 1996
DIED AGED 32
DIED A DEVOTED LOVER
NAME UNKNOWN