I’ve been enjoying my summer so far. I’ve even made it outside a few times without ruining my pale glow.
Here’s some more story for you.
With Screams and Axes,
PIECES OF YOU
That night they slept on opposing sides of the bed, backs turned, each wondering about the foot, about the other, and what they might have done to receive such a thing in the mail. Both forgot, however, that the package had been addressed to both of them.
Yesterday, Joe and Kerri had moved in together. They had only been casually dating for a few months, but when Joe had asked Kerri if she wanted to live with him in a cute little house he had found to rent, she had said yes. All of her relationships before had been fast and numerous, with most fizzling out almost as soon as they started. Kerri never blamed herself for this, rather assuming that if the man lost interest then he just hadn’t been the one. No one had ever stayed with her long enough to ask her to move in.
On Sunday morning, they awoke to another package waiting on their doorstep. It was a hand. The fingers were thin but very long, and the nails were filed to sharp points and painted the same hot pink color that the toenails were. Another call to the police resulted in Kerri hyperventilating while Joe tried to calm her, reassuring her that the police promised they’d be sending someone when they could. Joe put the hand in the freezer with the foot.
Joe asking Kerri to move in with him had been a calculated move. He had looked at rental houses for weeks before he found one that he thought she wouldn’t be able to say no to. He had planned the moment he would ask down to the second. He brought it up after a romantic dinner, two glasses of wine, a story that made her laugh, and a confession of how much he cared for her.
Joe had become tired of feeling alone all the time. His apartment had been too big and blank. No matter how many times he stayed out into the early morning hours with his friends or how many dates he went on, coming home to that big, empty place made him feel isolated. When midnight came there, he was just a man trapped in a white room alone with guilt, dread, and anxiety. There was too much to think about, too many memories to attack him, so many regrets and what-ifs. He didn’t like the quiet, he didn’t like the white walls, he didn’t like that there wasn’t anyone else there to hear him or to call out to. It scared him and made him feel out of control. After dating Kerri for a few months, he decided that she would be the one to make him forget about it all.
On Monday morning, they received two legs in a long rectangular box tied with pink ribbon. For a brief moment, before the box was opened, Kerri thought there might be long-stemmed roses inside. Kerri suggested that they stay home from work, but Joe didn’t see the point. That night they tried to stay awake in the living room with their eyes on the window to see if they could catch who was delivering the packages. Both fell asleep before dawn.