"Jane! Do you know where my red tie is?" John was standing in his bedroom getting dressed for his daughter's Kindergarten graduation ceremony, which he wanted to look his absolute best for. John was a father, both at home and at church.
"Yeah, is it this one?" Jane asked, running into the bedroom, tie in hand.
"Yes, it is. Thanks, honey," John smiled, giving his wife a quick kiss.
John met Jane during college when he was learning to be an accountant, he had wanted to be a pastor but he didn't think he was cut out for it, that is, until he told Jane who immediately convinced him to chase after his dream, helping him along every step of the way. They married each other at the young age of just twenty years old and had had a daughter two years later.
"Did you get the reservation at her favorite restaurant?" John yelled as his wife did her makeup in the bathroom.
"Yes, John. Don't worry, everything's going to be alright," Jane smirked, her husband could try so hard sometimes at the smallest of things, but it is what made him such a great husband.
"I just want to make sure it's all perfect for her, she's graduating, after all."
"Yeah, from Kindergarten!" Jane gave a light laugh, rolling her eyes.
"It's still just as important as any other graduation!" John smiled, turning his attention back to his tie.
Jane scoffed, putting her lipstick away, walking behind her husband.
"I'm just happy to see our girl take her first step in becoming a woman," John muttered, sounding a little hurt.
"Awe, you're such a teddy bear," Jane sighed, wrapping her arms around her husband, hugging him tightly.
"And you're such an amazing wife," John smiled, turning around and giving his wife a long kiss on the lips.
"You're too nice," Jane laughed. "Now, let's go, we don't want to be late."
"Alright, I'll be right out," John said, grabbing his jacket and throwing it on. "Don't go too far without me," John chuckled, running out into the hallway. "Honey? Honey, are you hid- honey, are you alright?" John gasped.
His wife was splayed out face down on the floor, her red dress shining in beautiful symphony with her blonde hair. John slowly walked up to his wife, crouching down right next to her.
"Honey?" John whispered, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Honey, are you okay?" Jane laid silent.
No answer.
John bit his lip and slowly turned his wife over. "Jane, what's-"
John stopped with recoil, his wife's face was decayed and covered in boils, a hideous shadow of what was her former beauty. Before he could utter another word, his wife growled, pulling his face into her mouth.
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Burden.
Short StoryA sort of short story that is a side piece to a work in progress. This short story, while having a very fictitious premise, uses its strange narration to try and eventually touch on the burdens people go through, whether it be guilt, a form of drug...
