Just the one of us
Just the one of us
Just the one of us
Copyright (c) 2014 by Melrick (Tabooccaneer@gmx.com)
Rated: Contains No sex.
Codes: Horror, No Sex, Word prompt.
Synopsis: Rose is horrified with things coming in pairs, and decides to do something about it.
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Author’s Note: This is a FlashFic (less than 1000 words) written in response to a word prompts – “abasement, abject and acrolith” – posted on the forum here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/55907-weeks-178179-16-march-2014/
The blade of the guillotine fell with a hiss before coming to a thudding stop. The size of a home gym machine, Rose had made it herself from plans she’d found on the internet (of course) and was very proud of it. Smaller in size to the real thing it may have been, but it was still very powerful, thanks to her own modifications and a razor sharp blade.
With tears blurring her vision, Rose looked at the two foot high statue nearby. It was a fairly simple Greek-style acrolith, but she loved it. An acrolith is a statue that has marble extremities but with the rest carved from wood; in her case, gilded wood carved to look like drapery, covering the body of a beautiful woman. The reason she loved it so much was that it was missing an arm and a leg, which made it virtually perfect in her mind.
Rose had been brought up by her deeply religious parents to absolutely abhor greed. “Never abase yourself or your family with greedy behaviour! Never desire two when one will do!” The result of the constant, heavy indoctrination was for Rose to grow up utterly detesting two of anything. In fact, the older she got, the more she despised things in pairs, to the point where she even threw away all but one piece of cutlery each.
The last time Rose had visited a mall found her soon fleeing in abject horror at all the pairs: earrings, shoes, seats, plants, people. It had been all she could do to prevent herself from screaming. She couldn’t understand why the world was so obsessed with pairs! Singles of anything never seemed to be good enough; people always had to pair them up with another! The idea of a relationship was even too much for her, because then they’d be a pair.
She hated her parents, because there were two of them. If only one of them had died years ago! But both had stubbornly clung to healthy, active lives. The worst was when they would come around to her home for a visit. There they would sit, the pair of them, directly opposite, trying to have a conversation with her. She did her best to block out their voices, but she couldn’t block out the sight, not without actually closing her eyes. If only they would visit one at a time!
As Rose continued to bandage up the stump of her bloody left arm, she gazed down at the severed head of her mother lying on the floor in a huge pool of blood. Her mum had finally decided to visit on her own, giving Rose the perfect opportunity to spike her tea and finally put an end to the infuriating problem of having two parents. A pesky voice in the back of her mind tried to remind her of the possibility of her father remarrying, but Rose was good at shutting out voices she didn’t like.
Rose had already severed her left foot, right after she’d severed her mum’s head. As she finished bandaging up her arm, she could already see the problem hadn’t been totally solved: I still have two arms and legs, even without the hand and foot. But she’d have to deal with that later. There was a more pressing problem to solve now.
Feeling increasingly light-headed, Rose picked up the sharp, pointy knife and admired the shiny blade. One knife, she thought. That’s all anybody needs.
Rose plunged the knife into her left eye with a pop. Feelings of extraordinary pain intermingled with great satisfaction, as the blood and vitreous humour trickled down her cheek.
“One more problem solved,” she said to the blood-spattered room.
The End