My Dearest Carol
Carol and I met on a Sunday afternoon in July. I was captivated instantly. She had velvety walnut brown hair with matching eyes and a white floral dress, bending down to feed the pigeons the crust of her turkey sandwich. I approached her as the bird with the broken wing stumbled over the last piece of bread. Her voice sparkled like the hair on her head. I felt as if I was dreaming when she spoke. I had to have her.
"The surgery was successful sir."
"Thank you Tremblay," I replied, as he drifted back to his cage. I felt grateful for that doctor when I walked into the operating room. Taking him was brilliant
Carol was sprawled on the table, still unconscious, with a white bandage wrapped around her fragile skull. I didn't dare think of what must have been a gruesome scene when that beautiful head of hers was so barbarically carved open. An ugly picture, but a necessary one. That computer chip wired her brain now, and she'd love me forever.
The day I bought the engagement ring, I had a business meeting with a frail old woman named Erica Pritchett. She paled in comparison to Carol. Her jaded eyes sunk into her face past the Titanic and her skin could sand the paint off an airplane.
"Who's she?" Carol asked, with desperation pervading her voice.
I turned around and there Carol stood in the doorway. Carol stormed towards my business partner and snapped her neck without expending a drop of energy.
"Do you love me? I love you Thomas. We'll be together forever Thomas."
"Of course darling. I'll always love you," I said, as I pushed her ring deeper into my pocket. Tears streamed down her cheeks while blood pooled in the corner of Erica's mouth.
"Then how could you spend time with this"–Carol looked down and shook the old woman's lifeless body–"whore!"
"I care for you Thomas. I'm a good girlfriend. I do everything you ask. I cook. I clean. I'm faithful. I'm a good girlfriend Thomas. I'm love you."
I woke up with an ear-splitting headache on the floor of Tremblay's cage, with a crooked gash running across the side of my face.
"How's your fiancée?" Thomas asked sarcastically. "Is that chip in her head working?"
Fiancée? Damn Tremblay! He knew! He gave her a faulty chip! Carol's assault was his fault. I can't let Carol marry me now! I reached in my suit pocket for the ring I bought earlier. It was gone! I couldn't let her find it!
Carol walked into the basement and unlocked my new home. "Thomas, take me for a walk. I need some air."
"Yes darling," I replied, stumbling out of the cage, nearly collapsing onto the concrete floor.
"Take me to where we first met. I want to go there," Carol said, as she dragged me to the foyer. She opened the door and I saw the trail of bloodied, flattened grass that she dragged me through on the way into the house.
"What's that?"
I looked as she dropped me. As I fell, I noticed a small black box on the bloody lawn.
"Carol!" I yelled nervously, "Don't worry about that silly thing. I bet it's nothing."
Carol ignored me as she walked out to the little black box. I scrambled to catch up and bat it away but she was too fast. I was too weak. Tears of joy ran down her face when she opened the box. Tears ran down mine as well, but for a very different reason.
"Yes Thomas! I'll marry you!"