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|Wedding Blues (standard:horror, 1548 words)|
|Author: Rene Amador||Added: Jan 31 2002||Views/Reads: 2038/1245||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Some marriages are made in heaven. Other are, well, off the mark a bit.|
Wedding Blues by Rene Amador The wedding was six months ago. Ralph sat in his chair reading the newspaper and sipping brandy while his wife Morganna read a novel and drank a glass of wine. Both of the chairs were positioned in front of a large fireplace giving both warmth and reading light. Ralph's cigar billowed smoke and filled the room with a burning musk scent. Every night was the same since the end of the honeymoon. They sat in silence reading and drinking, occasionally giving each other a cold glance. Once in a while a few words were spoken but they only resembled grunts and mumblings at best. Ralph turned a few pages in his newspaper and shifted in his chair. He let out a sound followed by a pungent discharge. He passed wind. Morganna glanced up from her book in disgust. She thought, what did I see in him? Her thoughts went back to when they had first met. At a dinner party that was held by her family, Ralph had been a guest of one of her many relatives. She couldn't have helped but notice him standing at close to seven feet and holding about three hundred pounds on his frame. He immediately went to the food table and ate greedily. He was making a complete spectacle of himself, but at the same time, Morganna saw something in him. Perhaps it was because that in her family, everyone was very careful to stay within their species. That is to say that because of their breeding and upbringing they tried to deal as little as possible with such people as Ralph. That is what drew her in. They spent the evening together talking the hours away and dancing on the floor while everyone in her family cast disapproving looks. Later that night, they had succumbed to their passions in the courtyard. There was a fountain in the center with stone benches surrounding it and it was there that they had explored each other. The two of them roamed each other's bodies with the full moon shining above to guide them. Ralph had instinctively known where to turn and drive, pleasing Morganna into sheer ecstasy. This was the first time in a long time that she had enjoyed herself so much. For Ralph it was much the same. What followed was a swift romance. They saw each other constantly and anticipated each other's company whenever they were apart. In a matter of months they married. The ceremony was held in the chapel that stood on her family's estate. They married in the evening with the moon and stars to shine on their vows reminding them of their first night together. As her thoughts drifted back to the present day, sitting in the bedroom in front of the fire, Morganna began to focus on how she had come to hate him. After the honeymoon, things had considerably cooled off. They drifted apart from each other. All of the warnings that her family had given Morganna had come to surface. Although Ralph himself was a good man, especially in the bedroom, he was completely boring. Every night was the same. They sat in front of the fireplace and went through the motions. Even their act of love happened less frequently. Most nights they would sleep in separate rooms in the estate that was passed on to her from her family. Ralph had turned out to have absolutely no conversational skills. He kept mostly to himself. She couldn't stand it anymore. The thought of killing him had crossed her mind occasionally. There wouldn't be any great loss on her part. He was just a man and simply would not be missed. She thought that it would be simple. She had a gun. She knew how to use it. All it would take is one bullet aimed true and all of her problems would be over. Little did she know was that Ralph had been entertaining similar ideas as well. Ralph sat in his chair and glanced to Morganna. He asked, "What?" "Nothing," she replied. Ralph thought, she thinks she too good to speak to me? Ever since the dinner party where they had met, he could always feel her family's disapproving stare. It didn't bother him before. He would always brush it off like some dust that had fallen on his shoulder. After the wedding he saw more and more of her family. He also saw the stares more often and they began to chip away at him. He would overhear comments from her family. He felt resentment. He thought that their Click here to read the rest of this story (80 more lines)
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