The End of Things

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At one time a long time ago they had the perfect marriage. The perfect couple.. Then everything went wrong, and Jim started drinking. Karen was a beautiful woman in every respect. Graceful.. merciful.. and absolutely in love with him like no one knew. But night after night coming home drunk, getting violent and self destructive, she put her man to bed drunk out of his mind, again. And cried.. and cried while she slipped a leg up and over his chest. And then gently tucked his head in between her legs. It was the end of things.. the end of them.. but she so loved the man.

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With this one I'm going to try a disconnect. I don't know why, but this idea leaves me the impression of being buried up to your stomach. In mud or something.. That's the disconnect. I don't know yet if there's anything sexy about it, but I do know that men can do it. So why not women? The difference between "love" and "fuck" see.. "This is my gun.. this is my weapon." She's disconnected like a virgin of a different kind from her relationship with this man. And she mercifully kills him.. kills her relationship.

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Being so delicate.. so unviolent.. I'm torn between her smothering him to death when he's stone cold drunk, or in the morning. See, the difference is she might not be able to do it when he's drunk. Because he won't fight. And in a sense she needs that fight, to make her forget, see.. to make it passionate. To make it desperate. So she might wait until morning, and like waking from a cold and sweaty dream the guy takes in limited air in surprise, and then the struggle begins.. eyes wide opened.. bulging as a matter of fact. And she uses him.. and his struggles to help her hold on to him. Because she's afraid, you see. She doesn't think about it as much.

But when he's out like a light she's got that deafening silence to deal with. And she might not be able to do that..

And what do you think about this? They're rolled up kinda.. there's been a struggle.. and it's such that she's laying on her stomach with him kinda hunched over, his head locked, but no fight left in him.. and she's crying in her pillow.. because he's dieing. But she's gotta do it. And in walks her daughter.. "Mommy? Mommy I have to go to school." She's surprised.. covers herself up, and her husband, but still doesn't let go. And she yells at her: "Go get ready. Go get ready!" Holding her hand out, but a good 10 feet away, like she's trying to protect her daughter.. And her daughter leaves the room, not understanding. And she goes back to crying. Finishing him off..

Then she comes back when her daughters gone (and her husband's dead but she's not sure).. no.. I don't know.

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Yah.. she comes back. In a white robe. And suddenly the house is at peace. And she's even been able to find something good about it.. something sexy. Memories..

So you see this beautiful morning light seeping in from the window, and she sits back down on him remembering what he used to be. It's ugly but it's beautiful, because even though she's killed someone, it was the right thing to do for her. And when she fucks his corpse (she might not know it's a corpse.. she might be afraid he's still alive) she plays with the hair, and she actually gets turned on. From his memory.

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It's kinda like putting down a dog..