Title: Cast in Shadow
Author: Jocilene L.
Word Count: 498
(This is my first short story ever, it was first published on the Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company!, on Goodreads, on this same day)
As I walked through the Friedhof*, the funeral had been long over. I could only hear the birds’ song. What the hell was a bird doing here? I kept walking; the earth was still smooth, for most of the work would be done in the next couple of days.
I discovered his picture on the left. Smiling at me; like that day in the church. I started crying immediately; and could barely help it. A thousand memories invaded me: our first date, our first kiss, our first stroll on the beach and sunset… My heart was broken, my stomach was in pain. The butterflies I was feeling now no longer comparable to those I used to feel back then.
I sat there, right in front of him, stared at him for a very long, long time…. He stared at me, of course, smiling. Gorgeous smiling, as if it was the only thing he could do.
“You know” – I said. “I’m crying, it’s true, but you're no longer here”. “So, tell me: why are you still smiling? I finally put you there, there where you well deserve it. You stole away my happiness the day you walked into that church, smiling…” I took a deep breath so I could go on. “What the hell had gone through your mind? I couldn't imagine you were capable of such a thing, my own brother; my own brother stole away the man of my life, the man of my dreams… why? Why?”
Then I turned to the right… he was also there. Not smiling, not saying nice words to me; not saying anything at all. He was as serious as ever. I took another deep breath. Then I said: “I thought you were the man of my dreams, I thought you were the one I’d been waiting for my whole life…” I looked into the sky, and then kept going: “but it was always a lie, the most horrible lie of my life…” “You used me… you just wanted to get closer to him… son of a bitch."
One moment I was talking to them, the other the police were there, saying: “Miss Mackenzie, you are under arrest for double homicide.” They grabbed me and they took my hands with violence, putting those nasty handcuffs on me, I didn’t care. As they started taking me away, I looked back. There, right between their pictures I saw the gun: the gun I'd used to kill them on their honeymoon. I hit the cops with my feet, as strong as I could, and then I hit them with the handcuffs… both of them fell to the ground. I ran as fast as I could, hastily grabbed the gun and pointed the arm into my head. I knew I wouldn’t fail it because I’d been training how to shoot since the day I’d discovered the truth. As the police reached me, it was already too late. I had already pulled the trigger and found the peace I’d been longing for…
*Friedhof - It is the German word for cemetery. It was used on purpose.