Waterfall

The knife was still in her hand. There was a thick red liquid still dripping down on the ground beside her bare feet. drop by drop. Her hand was wet and sticky with dried up blood. She knew she couldn't just wipe it off and she needed to take a shower. It's like she could feel some of the stuff going through her hair and down her throat and through her shirt's collar.

She looked around with a sense of cold fear and tried to organize what she was about to do. She didn't want to miss a thing. So she decided to stand there and stare down at her creation just for a bit longer. just a bit. She jumped out of her skin when she heard a little thud on the walls behind her. The neighbour's kid had hit his room's wall with a football. The muffled thud sound from behind the neighbours wall came again and it felt just as unnerving and obscene. It was noise, ruining a very important moment in her life. a milestone. Probably "THE" milestone of her life. Everything would change from that day, she guessed. She wanted it to change, didn't she? Yes. she did.

After a while the thud sound went away. The parents of the boy had forced the little bastard to go and play in the yard and not shoot around a ball in his room. he could break something valuable.

The silence was a cue for her that time had passed and she had to start the ritual. probably "THE" ritual of her life. Marriage was overrated. it didn't even remotely feel like anything like a ritual until today. When it happened it just happened and then it was over. like working in a bank. The sweat drops on the back of her neck trickled out of her skin and froze in their place. She was burning up. She was shaking.

She went to the kitchen and opened the faucet to its maximum possible capacity. it felt like she had just created a miniature waterfall inside her kitchen. it looked like that old sweet village she and her husband had gone to on their honeymoon near their hotel in Portugal. "aldea de la maravilla", they called it. "Village of wonders". She had such a great time swimming underneath the wonderful waterfall there.

She knew she had to burn her clothes. They didn't have a fireplace in her house so she pondered a bit on the subject of how to find fire and how to use it properly. She rinsed the knife clean. Washed her hands carefully and thoroughly with the dish washing liquid and put the knife in the drawer next to the dinner table, on the right, next to the over sized steak fork she never got to use because normal forks would always suffice.

She picked up the brand new mop from behind the fridge, teared away its wrapping and started mopping the floor where the blood stains were. she turned on all her lights so she could see if she'd missed a spot or not. it was all clean and shiny now. just like brand new. Then she went into their bedroom and pulled out a king-sized bed sheet out of the closet and wrapped the pieces inside it like a big candy. It was good that the sheet's color was a dark brown so gush of blood running out of the them could hardly be seen at a normal glance.

She smiled at a job well done and walked into the bathroom and put the now bloody red mop in the bathtub and turned on the hot water. That sound of pouring water. How she loved going for walks in that village whenever she had a chance. it was just a 10 minute walk from the hotel and the people there were so friendly. She'd always take her turquoise blue swimsuit with her. She knew she couldn't resist the beautiful and inviting waterfall. She loved swimming under the waterfall's down pouring stream and just close her eyes. It was like listening to god's personal symphony.

She started taking off her clothes while the bathtub was filling up with water. She took off everything and watched as the blood from the tip of the mop started oozing into the water, creating dark red shapes and ripples. one of them looked like a strawberry. She smiled at it. Her shaking was nearly gone. the sweat was now able to run down her neck, chin and face. She looked like a confused innocent plastic doll. Shiny, new and ready to be presented to the whole world once again. She just needed a shower to wash away the stains.

There were shapes all over the dancing puddle of red water. She just sat there and stared, and smiled, and dipped her fingers inside the bathtub. She felt like god: Creating, giving shape, giving life and taking it.

Maybe she'd pay a visit to "aldea de la maravilla" again some day, because it made her so sad that her husband never took her there again.

so sad.