She walked towards the bar with brute force. Her hair laid long on her back and her perfume filled the little shop. There were dim lights up in the corners of the shop but her presence brought a whole new color to the place. Her walks were forceful but well timed. She wore a bright smile and look really excited. Two guys who have been sitting at a table near the entrance cut short their laughter to imbibe her force and aura. Their eyes looked like they were piercing her skin. What was an angel like her doing in their quiet little shop? They wondered.
There was nothing but a small sized television set locked in a cage at the right corner from the entrance. If anyone walked in, it was the first light to greet them. The shelves below the TV were empty and the refrigerator wallowing besides it made little cracking noises. The only exciting place in the shop looked like the bar. A couple of chairs stood close to the tender. The stranger walked straight to the him. The bartender was an old man. He looked surprised seeing the young lady but did well to show his widening tooth gap in his smile. His teeth complimented the brown napkin around his neck.
‘What can I do for you my lady?’
The old man asked gently.
‘Oh just give me something strong.. I really want something strong ha!’ she replied as she throws her bottom down one of the chairs. She swiftly turned to look behind her and strangely felt comfortable. The old man had rushed to pick a bottle and just started pouring out a drink into a little cup.
‘This is the strongest we got here, my lady’.
‘Well thank you Sir. This is a quiet place’ she added.
‘Yes, the boys usually come around on Friday nights. Last night was a whole different experience’.
He looked closely at her as though he is trying to figure out something about her. The young lady quickly galloped her drink and placed the cup back on the bar loudly.
‘That was strong’. She let’s out a cringy laughter.
‘Is there another one stronger ‘.
‘Are you sure?’. She nods.
‘If you insist’. He turns back to the shelf behind him. He is still confused. Nothing on the lady’s face is giving out anything about her and what she wants from the shop.
The temptation seemed far strong for him to keep mute. He decides to ask the lady who has been dead silent behind him.
‘So what is a young beautiful woman like you doing here.. if I may ask?’ He stumbles on an empty can while stretching to reach for a bottle at the top of the shelf. She remained silent. Regret befalls his face. Now he is undecided whether he did the right thing or not. Behind the young lady, the two men had just closed the door behind them. A couple of notes have been left on the table they sat. The old man heard their steps.
‘See you again lads’, he retorted.
Finally he reaches the bottle and turns with broad grin. The lady had opened the top of her dress and left bare her cleavage. The old man looked surprised. He looks away and places the drink in front of her.
‘I bet this will hit you’..he laughed.
As he turns to put back the bottle, he notices that the lady had been silent for a while now in addition to looking oddly messy. Just then, he heard a huge thud on the floor. The young lady had fallen from the chair. He rans around to her and sees blood flowing. She had cut herself. A fresh razor blade lay in her right hand. Streams of blood streamed from her other hand. The old man looks shocked. He tries to hold her up and covered her cut with his napkin. She tries to speak but could only let out a stangled coughs.
‘What did you just do, young lady?’
‘What are you saying?’ The old man is still trembling as he tries to hear her minced words. His hands are still firm on the cut and the bleeding seems to be slowing.
‘I killed him’. The lady manages to let out.
‘What? Who? You killed who?’ ..
‘My husband..I killed my husband.’ She breathes heavily.
A dawn of horror filled the man’s face. A shadow of darkness had consumed the little corner lights. It was as though night had already come. The young lady is struggling for breath and slowly loses consciousness. The old bartender is terrified and let’s put a sharp cry.
To be continued..
Author :
Lansah Lawrence