Yay! At long last, here is a new MMC. I actually wrote this about two months ago but yesterday I finally received the results. Anyway...Here 'tis!
“Remember what I told you, Mary,” he had said to her one
tender spring morning. He gave her his hand, his gentle gaze searching hers for
confirmation; “I know you are a clever girl.” he was silent for so long she
thought he was finished. Suddenly, his eyes sprung back open. He stared at her,
his expression laced with urgency, “Here” With this final word, the old man
closed his tired eyes and opened them no more.
She bent down towards him and rested her head on his chest.
The smell of his old-spice tickled her nose and she could still feel the warmth
of his embrace. After a moment of silence broken only by her gentle cries, she
pushed herself away.
There he was, helping her to her feet. “Shh,” he soothed, turning her to face him, “It’s going to be okay.”
There he was, helping her to her feet. “Shh,” he soothed, turning her to face him, “It’s going to be okay.”
She took a quivering breath, “Oh, Steven. Are you sure?”
He reached over, gently brushing away her tears,
“I’m sure,” he stepped back for a moment and peered over her shoulders to her
grandfather’s resting form. “Are you positive he’s gone?”
She nodded, confused, “Of course.”
She nodded, confused, “Of course.”
“Good,” he smiled, but it was a stranger’s smile, “This has
worked out beautifully.”
“Steven,” she stepped back, “What’s happening?”
“Oh, Darling,” he reached over to the nightstand, retrieving
John’s weathered journal.
“You should have headed your grandfather’s words long ago.”
In one swift movement, he smacked her across the head. She was flung across the
room and landed against the mirror on the wall, shattering its clear
glass.
“I’m glad we got married,” he sneered, “after today, the
fortune is mine.”
A single tattered leaf floated down beside her. She now
understood her grandfather when he said: "The saddest thing about betrayal
is that it never comes from your enemies."
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