The Rain
Michael gets something interesting in the mailbox...
"You'll never believe what we got in the mail today." Michael said to his wife.
"What's that?" His wife asked.
In a deep grizzly voice, "I'll show you when you get home."
"Ooh! I can't wait." and hangs up the cell phone.
Michael is standing on the side of the road in front of his mailbox holding a little green box with black diamonds around the lid. He is tired and exhausted from a long day at work; and he droops along the side of the road while he walks back to his little house nestled slightly off the main road. A warm breeze steadily blows the branches from a nearby tree; the sky's deep gray clouds are churning above getting ready to plunge a fearsome rain.
Off in the distance a rumble of thunder echoes through the dark, dreary sky. He doesn't look up or falter, he keeps moving unaided towards the side door. He walks to the top step and stares blankly at the box once again, then jauntily smiles. He feels the box become slightly heavier than before and the black diamonds that marched along the rim begin to shimmer against the gray sky.
Michael starts to feel better about himself, he opens the side door to his home and makes his way through the mud room, dropping his belongings onto the floor, he walks over to the kitchen counter and places the green box there alone and untouched. He reaches up to the cupboard and pulls out a bottle of liquor and a small cup. Unscrewing the cap, he pours himself a cup and then feels himself gazing back to the box. Outside, the rain begins falling from the darkened skies; it taps at the windows in a rhythmic tune. Still clutching the cup of liquor he takes a big swig of his drink and then slams it to the counter causing a crack to inhere into the glass.
Michael was starting to feel a bit uneasy, moving his hand through his dampened hair he starts to pace back-and-forth; he feels a pressure in his head, as if it is going to explode. The voices, the voices are becoming louder and louder, he feels himself tearing apart inside, he reaches down, places his hands over the box, and starts caressing it, stroking it like a woman's breast. He brings it close to his face and the voices become a little more bearable, when all was calm, he sets the box back down onto the counter and takes another drink, this time right from the bottle, spilling a little bit on his clean white shirt.
Feeling dirty, he rips it off and stares at the box some more. Now shirtless, he takes another drink then throws the bottle across the room smashing it into the wall. He watches it fall helplessly to the floor; un-pleased with himself he picks the box back up and apologizes to it for his rude behavior. Still feeling dirty he takes the box outside into the harsh rain, clutching it close to his heart; he spins dizzily in circles until losing his balance and falling to the ground. Sitting there in a puddle of mud, soaked and dirty, he holds the box close to him keeping it dry and then closes his eyes and looks toward the sky letting the rain smash him in the face, unaware of who is standing next to him, he begins to weep and realizes what needs to be done.
"Honey..." she said hesitantly, "are you feeling all right?" his wife asked.
"Guess what we got in the mail today?"
"You mentioned that before, and what's that baby?"
"Life..."
"What's life?" she asked.
"Your life", and stands up and glares deeply into his wife's soul. Raising the box up over his head, and with all his might, he releases his anger and slams the box down on her head smashing her skull over, and over.
The black diamonds evolve into a deep vibrant red; the loud rumbling thunder drowns out any screams that echo through the sky. The red blood washes away with the harsh rain falling from above. Standing over his wife's body, he looks upon her and smiles,
"You'll never cheat on me again, the box says so." He walks back over to the mailbox and places the box back where he found it, then goes back to the house to take a warm shower.
The End.
"What's that?" His wife asked.
In a deep grizzly voice, "I'll show you when you get home."
"Ooh! I can't wait." and hangs up the cell phone.
Michael is standing on the side of the road in front of his mailbox holding a little green box with black diamonds around the lid. He is tired and exhausted from a long day at work; and he droops along the side of the road while he walks back to his little house nestled slightly off the main road. A warm breeze steadily blows the branches from a nearby tree; the sky's deep gray clouds are churning above getting ready to plunge a fearsome rain.
Off in the distance a rumble of thunder echoes through the dark, dreary sky. He doesn't look up or falter, he keeps moving unaided towards the side door. He walks to the top step and stares blankly at the box once again, then jauntily smiles. He feels the box become slightly heavier than before and the black diamonds that marched along the rim begin to shimmer against the gray sky.
Michael starts to feel better about himself, he opens the side door to his home and makes his way through the mud room, dropping his belongings onto the floor, he walks over to the kitchen counter and places the green box there alone and untouched. He reaches up to the cupboard and pulls out a bottle of liquor and a small cup. Unscrewing the cap, he pours himself a cup and then feels himself gazing back to the box. Outside, the rain begins falling from the darkened skies; it taps at the windows in a rhythmic tune. Still clutching the cup of liquor he takes a big swig of his drink and then slams it to the counter causing a crack to inhere into the glass.
Michael was starting to feel a bit uneasy, moving his hand through his dampened hair he starts to pace back-and-forth; he feels a pressure in his head, as if it is going to explode. The voices, the voices are becoming louder and louder, he feels himself tearing apart inside, he reaches down, places his hands over the box, and starts caressing it, stroking it like a woman's breast. He brings it close to his face and the voices become a little more bearable, when all was calm, he sets the box back down onto the counter and takes another drink, this time right from the bottle, spilling a little bit on his clean white shirt.
Feeling dirty, he rips it off and stares at the box some more. Now shirtless, he takes another drink then throws the bottle across the room smashing it into the wall. He watches it fall helplessly to the floor; un-pleased with himself he picks the box back up and apologizes to it for his rude behavior. Still feeling dirty he takes the box outside into the harsh rain, clutching it close to his heart; he spins dizzily in circles until losing his balance and falling to the ground. Sitting there in a puddle of mud, soaked and dirty, he holds the box close to him keeping it dry and then closes his eyes and looks toward the sky letting the rain smash him in the face, unaware of who is standing next to him, he begins to weep and realizes what needs to be done.
"Honey..." she said hesitantly, "are you feeling all right?" his wife asked.
"Guess what we got in the mail today?"
"You mentioned that before, and what's that baby?"
"Life..."
"What's life?" she asked.
"Your life", and stands up and glares deeply into his wife's soul. Raising the box up over his head, and with all his might, he releases his anger and slams the box down on her head smashing her skull over, and over.
The black diamonds evolve into a deep vibrant red; the loud rumbling thunder drowns out any screams that echo through the sky. The red blood washes away with the harsh rain falling from above. Standing over his wife's body, he looks upon her and smiles,
"You'll never cheat on me again, the box says so." He walks back over to the mailbox and places the box back where he found it, then goes back to the house to take a warm shower.
The End.
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