Monday, April 22, 2013
TILL DEATH DO US PART? ... MAYBE NOT ...
Wedding bells chime. Lila steps into her white, satin shoes encrusted with sea pearls. Both feet cram into the pointed toe. Two ankle twists later, she crosses the room with difficulty toward a full length mirror. She checks the veil. Perfect.
“Take off that dress and those shoes. And run,” a ghostly voice exclaims.
“Oh, Gram. You worry too much.”
“The shoes don’t fit ... it’s an omen. Run girl.”
“What would Mom and Dad think? And the guests?
“Never mind them. Run now!”
“And what about Peter?”
Someone knocks. “Are you ready honey?”
“It’s Dad. Don’t worry Gram. It’ll all work out ...”
* * * * *
During the reception, Peter has a few too many drinks. He throws out his chest , puffing up like an inflated parrot. “We’ll live in an apartment for five or so years, then maybe ...”
Lila raises a penciled brow. “I never agreed to that. I want to live in a house. Our wedding money should more than cover the down payment.”
“We’re living in an apartment,” he growls. “I am the man you will do as I say.”
Who is this Neanderthal I just married?
The more Peter drinks, the more unreasonable he becomes. It's time to go. Lila hugs and kisses her parents, and pours Peter into the car.
She stuffs herself into the driver’s side, still wearing her wedding dress. The shoes pinch and her feet throb as she accelerates.
For three hours they head south on I-95 toward Miami. Lila watches the Welcome to Florida sign gradually disappear in the rearview mirror. By nine o’clock, Peter revives.
“Let’s stop. I’m hungry.”
“I saw a sign for a Cracker Barrel at the next exit.”
“That crap. I hate that place.”
“Well, it’s either that or Burger King,” she snaps. “There’s not much choice on the road.”
He glares at her. “I guess, I’ll have to settle for Cracker Barrel. Since that’s my only choice.”
What a baby. Did I really marry him? “I guess you will.”
She exits and drives straight to the Cracker Barrel in silence. After parking, Lila heads for the ladies room. She eyes the tap suspiciously. She reaches for a paper towel and turns on the faucet with it. She splashes her face.
“Gram. Why are you here?”
“To make sure you’ll get away before it’s too late. Climb out that window and escape into the woods.”
“Are you mental? There could be snakes in those woods”
“Better that kind, than the snake you married. Run girl!”
Water drips down her neck. She dries herself and steps into the windowed stall. She reaches for the latch using the wet paper towel. Careful not to touch anything, she hoists herself onto the toilet and makes her escape through the window ...
What’s next for Lila in her journey of self discovery? Will she survive the woods of northern Florida and remain germ free?
Lila keeps one step ahead of her psychotic husband and deranged friends, but at any moment the hunt may end and so will her freedom ...
SECONDHAND SHOES by shelly arkon
This poor girl really has some obstacles. A germ-a-phobe and terrified of snakes? And running around the Florida woods in a wedding dress and shoes that don’t fit. Not to mention the husband....
What a fun premise. Shelly certainly has me wanting to see what happens next. What about you?
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Have a great day everyone ... see you T-ommorrow.