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Short Story: An Conversation With F.W. By: Eric Blair

Short Story: An Conversation With F.W. By: Eric Blair

Welcome back! I am so grateful you all came back for our final installment of six degrees of happenstances. Right now we’re standing in the living room of Bradley and Marilyn Giovanni. We’ve just missed the tempestuous storm. I can still smell the raging emotions in the air; take a stiff. Can you smell the tension? Well let’s mosey on upstairs to their bathroom where Bradley and Marilyn currently are. Look at their family pictures, beautiful children, aye? Okay, I am about to open the bathroom door. Shhhhhh, quiet please.

 The Final Happenstance: Confessions From The Darkside

The bathroom door opens to the shocking sight of Bradley, a middle age slim built, balding White man sitting on the toilet covered in blood and a butcher knife at his feet. Blood is smeared all over the bathroom, on the walls, on the floor, in the shower, and on the shower curtain. On the mirror in blood it says, “I did this because I loved her.” In the peach bathtub, Marilyn’s leg dangles over the side. Marilyn’s high heel shoe is directly below her foot. Blood is dripping from her toe to her shoe. The only thing we’re able to see is Marilyn’s foot out of the bathtub. On the edge of the tub is Marilyn’s bloody handprint. Part of the curtain is ripped from the shower rings. The air is filled with blood, tears, rages, and chaos.

Bradley sits on the toilet slumped over looking down at his bloody hands.  He’s wearing a bloody, torn, once white shirt and black pants. Bradley looks disturbed from what just happened. Bradley clears his throat, “Mh um!” and then says, “I loved you. I have given you everything you wanted. This wonderful home, cars, jewelry, clothes, vacations, and two beautiful children but you still love to hurt me. Why?! Why?! Help me understand your logic of all your disloyalty towards me. I loved you from the first moment I met you but you always found a way to stab me in the heart. Do I love this type of treatment? Is it me? I thought things were going so well between you and me. This week has been such a roller coaster. First I got into a car crash.  Did you care?  No. Then the basement flooded and I had to pay thousands of dollars to get it fixed because you kept bitching at me, dammit!” Bradley pauses, closes his eyes and then breathes deeply. Bradley says, “I am sorry, I lost my composer. That ignorant little twerp Dameon Lee, from my job, disrespects and embarrasses me in front of my students. I could have snapped his neck clean off. Then I come home from a long day of hard work for some good loving from you and you give me the cold shoulder.

Finally, someone calls me to tell me you’re still cheating with that fucking snake Andrew Rushmore! WHY?! Why him?! Was I not all you wanted! Why marry me if you didn’t want to be with me?! I do not understand what saw in him.  Why lie to me when I asked if you were still seeing him?!

 You have the nerve to argue with me about our baby sitter, Samantha. Yes, I admit I looked at her and also wanted to stick my finger in her ass but I would never dare break our bond. So why would you break it?!

All these years of me holding my feelings back about you cheating or belittling me; making me feel like a child. All these dark, painful feeling I kept to myself deep inside. I continued to love you with resentment in my heart but that never clouded my judgment. I have always been a great father and husband. I guess all that bubbling hatred finally popped. And now look at us, in this bathroom, you lying there and me sitting here. The irony, the last words we say before “I do” is “Until death does us apart.” In the end that is what separated us. I am not sorry for what I have done but I am sorry it had to be you.” Bradley pauses again and then looks up and stares off into space with his big “deer caught in a head light” eyes. Dried up tears and blood is on his face.

Bradley clears his throat, “Mh um!” Bradley smiles sinisterly and says, “You. Yes you! You people out there that is looking at my life from the outside. You all knew she was cheating on me but you all saw one man’s pain as a form of entertainment. You people who are watching now think I am a monster for doing what was necessary. The same people are shocked to see blood all over the bathroom but continue to look on with curiosity. You people should be ashamed of yourselves. Do not feel for me because I am librated from the burden of resentment; you all need to feel for continuing to listening to my rant. At this point insanity has kicked in. I am not the man known as Bradley Giovanni anymore; I am that dark shadow in the corner, I am that beautiful boogie man, I am that rapid movement you see out of the corner of your eye when you’re alone, I am that chill of fear that goes up your spine, I am that chaos and anarchy that you holds back everyday, I am that ten percent of raging hatred in your heart. I can hear whispers and see your disapproving looks. I should mutilate that nosey narrator Eli C. Briar but my time is almost up.” A heavy, forceful voice interrupts Bradley from downstairs, yelling, “This is the police! Bradley Giovanni, throw down any weapon you have and come to the top of the stairs with your hands up!” Bradley gives a soft, kind smirk and says, “Okay officer, here I come! That’s my cue. Oh yeah, the meaning of happenstance is “a chance occurrence.” Funny, this one moment in my life was a happenstance. Hm. I guess this means this is the end…”

Eric Blair

About Mr. Blair

Eric Blair was born in August of 1984 in Philadelphia, PA, and raised in the North Philly section of the city. He has always enjoyed stories, schemes, and the complexities of plots. At a young age he discovered that he could create narratives full of adventures, creativity, and intrigue. It was this realization that caused him to fall in love with the art of storytelling. At age of twenty-one Eric began writing comic books. His first professional book “Hip-Hop Chronicles” was written for Space Dawg Entertainment in 2004. Eric’s writing style ranges from descriptive to expository writing, where the writing serves to explain and inform the audience. He uses thoroughly developed characters, clever situations, and witty conversation style and tone to keep readers engaged. Eric is inspired by authors who can evoke an emotional response from the reader, as well as authors who can blend elements of fact with fiction to construct a great piece. Eric is currently working on a series of comic books that are soon to be published, his recent writings have been guest featured on several online blogs. He works on perfecting his craft by consistently updating his work, editing pieces, reviewing the latest relevant material, and surrounding his self with like minded, creative, intelligent people.

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  1. September 23rd, 2011 13:15

    A Blair levou na cara agora, isso mesmo Eric fala umas verdades para ela.


  2. September 4th, 2011 13:16

    e.g. This poem pre-dates “Orwell” & so it is only tagged as Eric Blair:


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