The ‘Animal’.


Light she was like a fairy…..and her shoes were number nine,” Frances loved to sing while he worked. He tied Eileen’s twitching feet with a strong rope. And God have mercy on her! She had such huge feet.

He gave her face a last considerate look. Her big black eyes were round with fear and the gag in her mouth kept her from screaming. ‘Animal’ was the last word those pretty lips had uttered. That particular word had brought back the memories of her dear dead mamma. Though she herself had the features of a greedy pig and barked like a mad bitch, she loved to call him ‘filthy animal’ while she beat him raw with his father’s whip.

He sighed as he thought of her. “May her soul rest in peace,” whispered Frances. He had given her a nice burial. The sight of her hanging, blue and red body made Frances chuckle with satisfaction.

Eileen, who had caught the words he had whispered, started making more ferocious attempts to free herself from the ropes.

Frances hooked his hands in the crook of her arms and dragged her to the lake. He frowned at the trails her feet were leaving. He’ll have to wipe them later.

He went deep in the lake, until the water reached up to his chest. He kept a hand beneath Eileen’s back and let her head drown in the water.

Ruby lips above the water…blowing bubbles mighty fine,” Frances sang as he brought her face up the surface of the water and submerged it repeatedly.

He finally let go of her and headed out of the water, crossing himself as he saw the ripples on the water surface die down.

But, alas, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine,” he sang in a melancholy tone. “Good bye big-foot! At least your sister has pretty feet.” He leisurely strolled back, smudging the trail.

But as I kissed her little sister, I forgot my Clementine!

©2013. Habiba Danyal

For Trifecta Week 96

p.s. Inspired by Draug @ I write stories and things.

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14 thoughts on “The ‘Animal’.

  1. Eileen’s twitching feet, her efforts to free herself and then being dragged to the lake and dunked – and all the while Frances singing away… Love the distance, the almost amusing horror, Habiba!

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