But I Shall Tell

Chapter 26 - Epilogue.

Dec 13, 2019

Love or Hate?

The basement was big. Mud sat on either side of the center making it look like a graveyard, a horrible graveyard. The window was completely covered with a rug to stop the light from passing out. A very big tank sat in one corner taking a lot of place. There lay two chairs, one had his phone on it, Ashley must have placed it while carrying the buckets.

He reached a chair and with utmost care put Josea on it in a sitting position. He lifted her head and tilted it backwards making her lips look bigger.

He touched her chin.

"What would I do if I let you die?" Maan said.

After about 8 minutes he emerged through the basement door covered in mud.

"Took a lot of time, beshi." Ashley said smiling, she was sleeping on a sofa with her back down. She was resting her hands and legs from the calorie burning work.

"I see you are done." All the buckets were full of body parts, not a single one empty. The calculations must have been wrong. The floor was not clean though, it needed moping and chemicals to remove the blood.

"Told ya, I'm a hardworking independent woman." She laughed.

"I know, dumb. You take some rest, I'll take care of the buckets." Maan said. He picked up one bucket in each and walked down.

Ashley closed her eyes and felt asleep.

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*The Nicest Boy In Wolcott*

No ones gonna find me, my imagination
For the country church yard is drowned
And the shadows of the waves that were once calm
Have blossomed out and have walked unarmed

Far from the hearts of a few
Where the gathering of a new, winter
And then the summer of the roses say white
Cause most of the words are just empty in light

When you have forgotten about this old place
Where once hung a lovable old clock
And where once sung a cuckoo bird, cu - ckoo
For the nicest boy in Wolcott

The rivers will cry a friendless eye
And the whispering of the birds, too
Is that how it was meant to be?
The falling ground for Andrews

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The air felt cold to his skin as he sat reading this poem. A sum amount of time had passed inside the basement and this was like a new life. The main door to the house was opened and it was early morning.

"Morning beshi," Ashley said, rubbing her eyes. She had slept the entire night on that sofa.

"Did you get a good rest, Ash?" Maan said, he was looking at the beach and it's beauty. The shore came near and went far, the waves were never the same again. The sea gulls were hungry, they were diving in the water near by.

"I see you have also cleaned the blood stains." Ashley said, sitting on the bench beside him. She put her hand in his and put her head on his shoulder.

"You helped with our friends. What do you want to do? Breakfast at Tim Hortons or Starbucks?"

"We need to leave this place, don't we?" Ashley said yawning.

It was too cold to be out without a thermal dress. They both were slightly shivering.

"If you are referring to the cops, then surely yes," Maan said, he could feel that Ashley was pressing his hand tightly due to the winter.

"Do you miss her?"

"Kind of, what about you?" Maan said, and in response he pressed her hand tightly to get the warmth. She smiled.

"I guess, she was too nice for us, beshi. TOO NICE," she made a face and said it laughing. "What did you do with the excess mud?" Ashley asked.

He was wearing his glasses. His bandage needed to be changed. "Something for the fishes."

They got in the car and drove towards the city, there was no time for bandage change, it would mean they would had kill a few more people. It would be good for the resume but  not for the body.

"Beshi, one more poem,"Ashley said.

"It's going to have a Rain, or you okay with it, dumb?" Maan said, making a turn.

"Gladly, beshi. Gladly," Ashley said. Snow stared to fall in flakes all over. "And belated happy birthday."

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When the sad trees are almost gone
From memories, to the past
Where once sat a little boy
Feeding, from the fairest hands of the restless ravens,
Caged into glasses of windows of unwelcome strings
Let me lie,
And let me dream
My heart away, for the very love that I crave
And remember,
On such a day,
Not a moment then will I blossom.
And when half the dreaming fields are gone
To flames, before ashes
Come home, my beautiful Rain
Falling, like bosom

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"A beautiful Rain, huh!" Ashley looked at him with cute eyes.

"Thanks, Ash."