another mystery on Wisteria Lane

liberation

   the solid earth crumbled from the blows of the shovel and scattered to the sides under the heavy breathing of a woman. gusts of icy wind made her tender skin crawl, goosebumps appearing on her forearms, but instead of going home and lying in a warm bed, she pushed harder into the ground, uprooting the newly sprouted grass.

    locks of red hair fell on her face, but Katherine brushed them away with the back of her sore hand, not stopping even to catch her breath. her knees were shaking, either from the bone-penetrating cold or from fear.

      her head buzzed mercilessly.

  "you killed her...," a male voice flashed through her mind, and from these words she felt terribly tempted to cover her ears to not hear, to not think.

  to not remember.

  the cold snow-white moon cast its light, illuminating a small clearing in the middle of the forest with its rays. tall trees cast bizarre shadows, intertwining with each other. every rustle in the darkness made her shudder and freeze, as if a person who'd come out of the forest wouldn't have noticed the frightened face with reddened cheeks and the body wrapped in a carpet lying at her feet.

   now it was just a body that would take its last rest in this dark forest, among tall trees and green grass, yes, but just a few hours ago it was a man. the man who brought Katherine too much pain. and paid for it.

   and no, she didn't feel sorry for him, pushing the shovel with her last strength and thinking only about Dylan who was left at home alone and was probably worried, dialling her mom's number again and again.

    even now, as she finally tossed the shovel aside and looked down at the body, she thought of her daughter. about their daughter.

  a smile appeared on her lips as she remembered his face the second her finger was on the trigger.

"goodbye," she whispered, grasping the edge of her once-beloved rug, chosen with love and hope for a brighter future in the house on Wisteria Lane.

   the last push and the body falls into the pit, and with it the bridge that once connected them collapses. the last remaining thread breaks and she takes a deep breath, picking up the shovel again.

   very soon she'll be at home, where, with her usual meticulousness, she'll wash the blood stains from the floor and unload the gun for the first time in many years, and then she'll press Dylan to her chest and inhale the smell of her hair, enjoying the thought of no one separating them now.

    if she had the chance to go back, Katherine Mayfair would've done it again without a second thought. because that's exactly what was worth killing and fighting for.