daisy(a short story)

daisy

I wake at 4am on the couch. I get ready, brush my hair, teeth, put on a nice dress. It's his favorite dress. I put on my most lovely makeup, and at 4:50 I start getting breakfast ready, like any good housewife should.
My darling wakes up at 5am, he kisses me goodmorning, tells me i do so much for him. He showers me in his love, like I am a daisy and he is the sun.
The table is one of your normal, rectangular tables, like the kinds you see in movies that have kings, but smaller. My husband sits at the end of the table to eat, and i sit next to him as I read my book, and he reads his newspaper.

And at 6am, he walks out the door with a suitcase, going on one of his trips again.

I start cleaning the house, laundry, planning what's gonna be for dinner, i might even bake a pie, or a cake.
The cleaning itself was clearly going to take up my whole morning, and afternoon. In normal circumstances, it would never take this long, but this was a special case.
I grab my cleaning supplies, and I head to the living room. There, I started cleaning, picking up the fallen over coffee table, I noticed that my favorite vase had broken. It was sad to see it go, but the flowers were still good. They were daisies, they had always been my favorite.

I picked up the flower in search of a new vase, but decided that the old pitcher we used for lemonade would do just fine. At least until I could find something better. I put it back on the coffee table, and i go to clean up the mess. That's when I noticed the blood. It was dripping from my hand, and I hadn't noticed it in a while. Luckily, it was still fresh, and easy to clean.

Once the house was cleaned, everything looked just as it was before last night. I look at the clock. 3pm. I went into my garden, which I hadn't had time to yet tend to today. It had managed to live though. Despite daisies being my favorites, my garden has none, all they have are vegetables and fruits in it. While watering them, I noticed that some of my plants had begun to falter, dying even.

Then, at 4pm, it's time to start dinner.
I go to the kitchen, and look in the fridge, looking over what we have. Many options for supper went through my head, spaghetti, lamb, steak, shepherds pie perhaps. There were many things, but the one thing that caught my eye was the wine. I pull it out, and make myself a glass, and then I start working on the meal itself.
Steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I start on the mashed potatoes first, and I let the steak out to thaw a little while I cook them.
Then, when the steak is ready, I take the blood from on the plate it was on, and i put it in a cup. There was more blood than normal in it, more then you would find at a grocery stores steak. My husband always preferred it that way, said it kept it fresh for longer. I take the cup outside to my garden, and feed the blood to my plants, hoping  it would help them grow. It was a trick my grandmother had taught me.

Dinner was finished at around 4:40pm, but my husband isn't home yet.
I sat in the spot my husband usually sits in, drinking my wine, eating the stake I made. He wouldn't be home for a long while.

He was on a trip. That's what I would tell people, that he was on another of his business trips that he took so often, and when he doesn't come home for a few weeks longer than usual i'll start to get concerned, i'll reach out to a few of his friends, ask if they know anything, and when they don't, i'll call the cops.

There will be questionings, suspicion, i'll be known as the widow whose husband ran away.

But on the plus side, the garden is doing well.