This piece was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses
This Week’s Prompt: “Thanks but no thanks...”
*This piece was not drafted in “one” minute. For this piece, I took “one” minute to draft an ending for this unfinished short from my writing notebook.
Crazy was on the menu and I was his main course tonight.
I kept my body still and my breathing under control. Under the pillow, my hand firmly grasped the hammer that my handyman had accidentally left behind months ago and that I had quickly decided to keep. I’d been sleeping with it ever since Alan had promised that he would “make me pay”.
I sensed the walls closing in the moment Alan slithered into my house under the cover of darkness. His presence at the foot of my bed was pure evil and I felt his eyes piercing holes into my back as I pretended to be asleep.
I’d always known that a restraining order and threats from my brother to beat him to death was just a challenging game for Alan and he was all about winning. Even the police had strongly suggested that I think about packing up and starting over somewhere else but my response to that was a resounding “thanks but no thanks. I can take care of myself.”
Though I had moved to Montreal because of him, it was now my adopted city and I would not let Alan run me out of town.
So there I was, prepared and at the ready, my sweaty hand gripping tighter around the hammer under my pillow waiting for his next move. I swallowed the vomit bubbling inside of throat and resisted the urge to make the first move.
Be still. Don’t make the first move. The element of surprise is key.
Letting Alan take the first step of this sick dance would play in my favor. The video footage from the cameras in and around the house the handyman had installed for me would be my saving grace. If a picture could tell a thousand words, the video would clearly show a jury with their own eyes that he had broken in and I had simply tried to protect myself.
No one needed to know that I had purposely left the back door unlocked or that I had baited him to come over after his last harassing phone call.
No one knew that tonight was the last step of a well-thought out plan.
I would go to my grave with that secret but I wanted him in the ground first.
Once and for all.
When I felt the tip of his knife pierce the skin on my neck, nothing could stop the force of my first, second and third blow…
Thanks but no thanks. I’ll handle this myself. All harm, all foul.
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