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The Black Dress & The Red Dress

Two Twisted Tales

By Garden Summerland

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Garden Summerland

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Table of Contents

1- The Black Dress

2-The Red Dress


The Black Dress

I held a straight razor in my left hand, and the black knit dress in my right. I had been sitting in the corner of our dimly lit bedroom for almost two hours. Nick had left explicit instructions, and I was going to ignore them all. When he returned, he would find me dead; naked and dead. I would never wear that dress again. He would've liked to have buried me in it one day. Now he would be deprived of that last ironic insult, and I could die happy just knowing that I would get the last laugh. I was putting an end to his games once and for all.

I took the razor and cut into the soft jersey material just enough to rip it into long shreds with my bare hands. I smiled. If only I could somehow see his face when he came back to find his precious playthings destroyed.

I got a firm grip on the razor and attempted to cut into my wrist. It hurt; very badly. I wouldn't be able to do it sober. He had left a bottle of Absolut next to me; it was part of his game. I was not allowed to touch it. In fact, he had never permitted me to indulge in alcohol; he said it was a sin.

I laughed as I tossed the strips of black cloth across the room and grabbed the bottle. It wouldn't take much. I'd been 16 years old the last time I'd been drunk, and that was almost 20 years ago, just before I'd met Nick Coulter; or as most of the town now knew him, Pastor Nick. Ten years older than me, he was charming and well read; handsome and charismatic, and I was immediately smitten. He took charge of my teen angst spiraling out of control and we were married a week after I turned 17.

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