Nancy, looking to be now in her 30s , had an all-black attire: long black knotted hair, oiled face covered by large black oval sunglasses, dry black lipstick, had a smooth silk gown that was completed with a gold-designed shoe.
She was in a rainbow-colored lush garden, sitting on one of many occupied lemon-colored plastic chairs. She didn't move, look at an old priest wrapped in black as he held a gleaming rosemary. She and multiple people in black watched the priest talk, raising the rosemary to a dug hole containing a pink coffin, wrapped in lemon ribbons.
“Miss Eve, despite not being successful in her toothpaste business after her eventful police retirement. And isolating herself in her house, it was obvious she wasn't in the best state. Many of you will know of her single life consisting of no children and no husband, you may disagree with her but she had her reason. One we will never find out about.” The priest said in a smooth poetic voice.
“She is resting here, in this fine garden, as brought about excessively in her will. You may call her names but it will be worthless, we can only remember what we can of her. What she went on to experience is what we will all go through, unlike her, it may not be a failing heart. Thank you all for coming through, in her stand, I say thank you.” The priest said, tears ran out of Nancy’s sunglasses.
“Now, does anyone have anything they like to say about the now-resting Eve?” The priest asked, no one moved. Nancy removed her sunglasses and wiped her tears, a black cotton gloved hand caressed her shoulder, she looked in the direction with a smile. It was a man, dressed in a smooth silk suit, looking to be in his 30s with his golden combed hair, and trimmed beard of the same color. He was smiling back at Nancy.
“It's okay, there is nothing wrong. At least she was there for the engagement.” The man said, Nancy started crying more. A person stood to talk about Eve, Nancy and the man didn't pay heed to him.
“I shouldn't have let her join that stupid marathon.” Nancy put her head on the man’s shoulder, who grabbed her hands.
“Let us not talk about it. Please, you know we couldn't talk her out of it. Look at me, it's okay. I am here.” Nancy looked at the man with a re-emerging smile. The man wiped the tears away from her eyes.
“It's okay. You can cry, but it’s not your fault.” The man said, tightening her hands as she steadied her breathing.
“She didn't get shot, Nancy. I think she would have loved that.” Nancy gave a small nod to the man’s nod.
“Forget this, tonight. We are going to Mason’s Swimming Facility.” The man offered, Nancy frowned.
“Mason closes by 6,” Nancy said.
“I have arranged a lot for tonight, a quick talk and obvious payment to the manager. And we have the pool for ourselves.” Nancy gave a swim to the man.
“Now you are smiling, don't think about saying we should have the wedding in the swimming pool.” Nancy rolled her eyes in response.
“It will be unique,” Nancy said.
“No Nancy, it won't be. You want all the guests to be in the swimming pool,”
“Wearing crimson swimwear and forming a circle around us in the center as a clown priest says our vows,” Nancy said beaming, the man had his mouth opened in response.
“That's from the horror movie.” The man said, Nancy shook her head as he rubbed his temple.
“It was colorful. Think about how beautiful it looked, forget the sacrifice part.” Nancy pleaded.
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CRIMSON LABYRINTH TALE
Gizem / GerilimIf Rick had just kept his calm when he found Nancy in a crate and sealed it back, then this non-linear crime thriller of a botched operation leading to a series of events affecting surrounding people, wouldn't have happened. This story is the first...
