“Nooooo, I mean cant you stay here with me have a lie in we can have a repeat of last night “ She said with a cold sweat running down her smooth, naked back.
“We can see to that in a minute love, just let me check on the rabbits ok dear”
“Please honey,” she said moving on towards him grasping him tight towards her.
“It only take me a second love” Mr Fletcher said in a stern deep voice then coughed to soften his voice not to spoil the mood. He got up and dressed, Mrs Fletcher scurried towards the door blocking him of.
“ Look dear it will only take me a second, what’s the matter with you love he said in a puzzled voice.”
“Nothing”
“Is there something you have been hiding from me”?
“No I just want you here, with me”
Mr Fletcher slowly walked over towards her and kissed her and opened the door behind her then walked down the stairs. Mrs Fletcher stared into space, as she was about to leave everything she loved.
As Mr Fletcher walked down the stairs and into the kitchen a stampede of footsteps hurried down the stairs and followed.
“ How about breakfast” she said gasping for air. Mr Fletcher looked puzzlingly at her.
What’s she up to he thought “sure why not they can wait a while longer I suppose ”Mrs Fletcher cracked two eggs into a frying pan as Mr Fletcher poured himself a cup of coffee. Mrs Fletcher peered out the window at the bloodstained grass and rabbit carcasses drenched in blood, lying just beside the hutch.
“Well honey as you’re making breakfast ill check on the rabbits, then we can spend the whole morning together”
“No”
“What”
“ I mean” she hesitated to finish the sentence.
“Well…. you mean what?” she moved in front of the door.
“Look is there something you should tell me? Is there something wrong? Just say something woman”.
“No nothing wrong. Breakfast is ready”
She slopped two smashed fried eggs into his plate with a slice of burnt toast.
“Looks……….. Um “hesitatingly” good.”
Mr Fletcher thought the stress had got too her, he didn’t comment on the food, instead forced himself to eat and enjoy it. He glanced over at Mrs Fletcher and saw her stood motionless looking out of the window; she was holding a knife in her hand. He looked closer and saw the knife stained red.
“Honey what’s that you’re holding”
Breaking the trance that she was in “this, I don’t know”
“Dear ive finished im going to check on the rabbits”
“Ok, but before you go, tell me again?”
“What?”
“That you love me”
“I do love you, ill be back in a second” he threw her a bemused look, then slowly twisted the door handle and opened the door then stepped out the morning was cool and dewy and the air was fresh. He walked up to the hutch. He paused for a moment he was speechless. All the feeling stayed inside brewing: disappointment, anger, hate. He took one last look at the blood-drenched angoras and the blood sprayed grass and walked inside.
“Honey” he shouted, “honey” he said in lower tone of voice he looked to the stove. She was standing there.
“I wanted you to only love me, “ she said still looking out the window”
“I do but how could you” he couldn’t get out words to describe how he was feeling right now.
He glanced down, there was a blood trail on the floor. He followed it, it ran across the floor to his bloodstained wife.
“What have you done? ……Why?……….oh no.
“I wanted you to only to love me” she gasped for air the knife dropped out of her cold hand.
“But I only love you”
In her last breath she forced out the words “ I wanted you to only love me. She lay still palefaced; blooddrentched in her lovers arms the place she wanted to be all along.
