Short Storys

Canible Tea

       Linda looked out the kitchen window, out into the beach that called her to aproach. She sighed and picked up two tea cups with shaking hands, she slowly walked over to her small, round, table on the padio. Linda set the cups down and adjusted the two table sets she had layed out prior so that they would look perfect, she was expecting a guest today. She looked again back at the warm beach, its white soft sand pleaded with her to approach, the terrifying sea bekaning her to come in, but it was almost time. She paced by the door, waiting for them to arrive, how long would it take? She went back to the round table to find he was already there, he looked at her and smiled.
"Linda" he said with so much love and longing in his voice. Linda smiled back, matching his caring gaze.
"Henry.." She placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart. She sat down next to him at the table, the table was set neatly, but now a plate of scones sat between them.
"Its been a while" Henry smiled placing a cold hand over Linda's. She smiled and nodded.
"To long, where did you go?"
"Linda... You know I can't tell you"
"Right.." Linda looked down at her lap and pulled her hand away from his, Henry also looked down.
"How is Eliza?"
"Don't know, I can't leave" he shrugged, leaning back in his chair, small tears welled up in his eyes, "god.. I miss her though..." He said softly. A silence fell over them.
"Would you like a scone?" Linda asked, henry shook his head.
"No I'm fine". Linda nodded and took a sip of her tea. "Linda I-" Henry began but stopped himself.
"What is it?" She enquired. Henry twisted his wedding ring that he wore on his ring finger.
"Well.. I miss how things used to be... Or old life..." His eyes tearex up even more. Linda glared at her cup.
"Well whoes fault is it to that?" She glared up at him, her patience thinning quickly. Henry knew that look and new he should probably drop the subject but he was also a hot headed sport.
"Don't blame this on me" he glared back. "You're the crazy one here" his voice was gruff, the love in his voice now gone.
Why do we always fight?
Linda slammed a hand on the table
"Shut up! Not right now, lets not do this now!" She yelled
"I'll shut up when you finish me!" He yelled standing up, "where so you put it?" He stormed into the kitchen, linda just sat in her chair looking forward. Banging and yelling could be heared in the kitchen, she flinched with every noice.
A thick slab of raw and bloody meat plopped down on the table next to Linda, she looked up to see Henry glaring at her.
"Eat it" he growled.
"N-no I can't!" Linda begged "I can't loose you!"
"EAT IT!" He yelled slamming his fist on the table, linda jumped. Dark crimson flooded the table, spilling onto the floor. She looked over to see it was coming from Henry's cup, blood poored from it, ungodly amounts just spilling out. The savory liquid called to Linda, she stared at it.
"LINDA!" Henry sobbed, he was so tired. She looked up at him, she then stood up and walked through him, she ran out of the house onto the beach. He followed her but didn't go past tge door frame, "linda come back! Linda!" He yelled.
She ran into the water, walking deeper and deeper until she couldn't breath, she flaided and cryed but she didn't want to get out.

      She never finished eating him and now hes stuck forever. He thought she could be civil but they were both hot headed.