Bh5
Assistant executioner
Hi all,
It's been some time since I've written anything, but this story idea was twirling around my head for some time. I concede it's nothing revolutionary or fantastical, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I'll post a few short installments each day. As always, please comment to let me know what you like or dislike. Without further ado:
Mrs. Juliet Shaeffer was the quintessential model of a homemaker. She was of average height but of slight frame. Her bust was larger than what one might expect from a woman of her body type, but she always dressed modestly to hide her figure. Her complexion was fair, and her facial features looked as if they had been chiseled out of white marble. Piercing blue eyes accentuated these features, and well kempt blond hair completed the framing of her face.
Juliet rarely spoke first in conversation, but always appeared to have a happy disposition. She had been a cheerleader in high school, and later the vice president of a sorority at a private women’s college. Many boys, and later men, made advances on the beautiful young woman, but she had always politely declined. She made a special allowance only for David Schaeffer, whom she had grown up with. Although David wasn’t the man of her dreams, she happily accepted his marriage proposal just after her college graduation, and the couple moved in together shortly thereafter.
Since then, Juliet had devoted her life to the care of David and their life together. Her days were spent cleaning and running errands to keep the home nice for her husband. In her free time, she made sure to keep abreast of all the latest happenings and rules that governed the lifestyle of a conservative middle class woman. Juliet seemed outwardly content with this life. She kept convincing herself of that too even when David decided that he didn’t want children, and she only complained sparingly in private to her friends when David uprooted them from their comfortable life in the city to the country parish where David’s company was building a new textile mill. Juliet’s inner emotions only boiled to the surface when she drank.
One spring evening, Juliet and David invited several old friends from the city to visit. Wine was poured graciously, and Juliet’s annoyance at David mounted as the cool wine was tossed back with abandon. The couple got in a row, much to the amusement of some of the others in attendance, which moved upstairs as David tried to extricate himself from further embarrassment at the hands of his wife. When he gripped Juliet’s forearm to keep her from drinking more, she shoved him hard in the chest instinctively. Juliet saw her husband lose his balance on the stair runner, and tumble backwards down the spiraled staircase. She heard a woman scream, and one of the men ran outside to get help from the doctor who lived down the street. When she saw the blood coming out of his mouth and nose, Juliet knew instantly she had killed her husband.
It's been some time since I've written anything, but this story idea was twirling around my head for some time. I concede it's nothing revolutionary or fantastical, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I'll post a few short installments each day. As always, please comment to let me know what you like or dislike. Without further ado:
Mrs. Juliet Shaeffer was the quintessential model of a homemaker. She was of average height but of slight frame. Her bust was larger than what one might expect from a woman of her body type, but she always dressed modestly to hide her figure. Her complexion was fair, and her facial features looked as if they had been chiseled out of white marble. Piercing blue eyes accentuated these features, and well kempt blond hair completed the framing of her face.
Juliet rarely spoke first in conversation, but always appeared to have a happy disposition. She had been a cheerleader in high school, and later the vice president of a sorority at a private women’s college. Many boys, and later men, made advances on the beautiful young woman, but she had always politely declined. She made a special allowance only for David Schaeffer, whom she had grown up with. Although David wasn’t the man of her dreams, she happily accepted his marriage proposal just after her college graduation, and the couple moved in together shortly thereafter.
Since then, Juliet had devoted her life to the care of David and their life together. Her days were spent cleaning and running errands to keep the home nice for her husband. In her free time, she made sure to keep abreast of all the latest happenings and rules that governed the lifestyle of a conservative middle class woman. Juliet seemed outwardly content with this life. She kept convincing herself of that too even when David decided that he didn’t want children, and she only complained sparingly in private to her friends when David uprooted them from their comfortable life in the city to the country parish where David’s company was building a new textile mill. Juliet’s inner emotions only boiled to the surface when she drank.
One spring evening, Juliet and David invited several old friends from the city to visit. Wine was poured graciously, and Juliet’s annoyance at David mounted as the cool wine was tossed back with abandon. The couple got in a row, much to the amusement of some of the others in attendance, which moved upstairs as David tried to extricate himself from further embarrassment at the hands of his wife. When he gripped Juliet’s forearm to keep her from drinking more, she shoved him hard in the chest instinctively. Juliet saw her husband lose his balance on the stair runner, and tumble backwards down the spiraled staircase. She heard a woman scream, and one of the men ran outside to get help from the doctor who lived down the street. When she saw the blood coming out of his mouth and nose, Juliet knew instantly she had killed her husband.