Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome.
Coping with death of a long time partner was not easy.
Everyone knew, she was learning to live without him
Sadness in her demeanour was not very encouraging for anyone to approach
Respectful of her wishes, no one intruded upon her solitude
Paying for her tea, she walked out
Head held high, a smile playing on her lips
She shopped for grocery, all her favourite things
It could not have come sooner, his death
She welcomed wholeheartedly the space in her life and her fridge
The arsenic had done its work well
You got me again. Nice. -Alex
ReplyDeleteOhhh, very good Gautami! I love the little hook at the end!
ReplyDeleteok, I am very afraid now. I have had a glimpse into your dark side.
ReplyDeleteScary...No honestly, a great bit of writing. I love those surprises...and here I was feeling sorry for her and wearing my sad face.
ReplyDeletegood girl....maybe....
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, those last two lines really got me...wonderful poem! :~)
ReplyDeleteI love the ending, Gautami! Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteVery dark Gautami. Sinister and splendid.
ReplyDeleteWonderful images. It reads like a scene from a movie.
ReplyDeleteI love the twist. You have captured one of my favorite styles.
ReplyDeleteGreat job!
Well done. It is a gift to have the skill to lead a reader in one direction whilst having a completely different destination awaiting them. Very nice!
ReplyDeletetwist in the tale, cool bananas,
ReplyDeleteWow, cruel :)
ReplyDeleteWickedly amusing story. I take it she didn't try hiding his remains in the fridge.
ReplyDeleteGreat! I loved it, what a twister!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSomehow, the "hoops" at the beginning made me feel there would be something disturbing to follow. And there was!
ReplyDeleteA powerful write!
Smiles and Light
peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerfect!!!!
ReplyDeleteI thought it was excellent description of the scene. Quite ordinary it seems then you showed us what story telling is all about with that twist in the ending. Great work!
ReplyDeleteI'd argue a bit about using the word "too" in that last line, Gautami, but I like your short story. I can certainly understand how the loss of a spouse can mean freedom, whether the loss is intentional or not.
ReplyDeleteMichele sent me over to witness your characters insouciance.
I enjoyed both the twists - the one in the tale & the one in the take! A neat one - the 'act', the cohesive rendering et al!
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem with an evil last line!
ReplyDeleteBTW Michele posted me here.
ReplyDeleteWell done, loved the twist!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, just my cup of tea :)
ReplyDeleteI was looking for that fridge reference and there .... you did tie it in. Tricky!
ReplyDeletegautami,
ReplyDeleteThis is so cool.
I've seen that look on my wife's face.
Do you think I need a food taster? ;)
Good job m'lady.
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You are so clever! I loved this!
ReplyDeleteLiked that. You're killing as many people as me on this week's prompts :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful. And creepy. Nice work, as always.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week!
I'm totally surprised! I kept thinking, when is the fridge space going to come into this?!!
ReplyDeleteBravo. Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteyou wicked woman you! I didn't see that coming, LOVED it!
ReplyDeleteWicked! You really had me going there... great job!
ReplyDeleteOh, a great post! Surprised and tickled me...after I got over the flash of empathy for the 'widow'.
ReplyDeleteNice ending!
ReplyDelete"Respectful of her wishes, no one intruded upon her solitude" So she is definitely not a celebrity in LA or London?
ReplyDeleteJust the thought of filling your fridge with YOUR favorite foods would be reason enough to dispose of your spouse..
except..
now that CSI in it's many forms is on TV 24/7 we all know how easy it is to trace Arsenic as it can remain in the deceased's hair for many years.
btw. Wankerpants wept like a small child after I handidly disposed of his sabre within seconds and I gave him quarter because he is my best friend and we decided not to let a woman come between us.
ha! you've done it again!
ReplyDeleteas it the poem progressed i could sense she was enjoying being alone, and then the last two lines came and totally comfirmed everything..
ReplyDeleteway to be direct and to the point.
each line meant something, but it was a gradual change from sad to happy...
just read this.. oh my it was beautiful.. and what a twist in the tale!!
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