*in keeping with the past two segments of Prompts For the Promptless in which I participated (courtesy of Rarasaur,) I’m going make this week’s prompt another short story in the same series. Here are the first and second shorts in the series. I kind of like doing it this way because it allows me to keep to the same story idea, but frees me from having to worry too much about pacing and tying together chapters. It allows me to play with different styles of writing with each segment. Plus, Rara’s prompts give me a theme to work with. So without further pontification on my part…
The Cycle: Meraki
She didn’t find the journal until several months after he’d been in prison. It didn’t seem as if he had taken great pains to hide it from her. Rather, he’d likely felt confident that she had no reason to mistrust him or to snoop through his belongings, so complete was his hold over her.
And, damn him, he’d been right. A simple leather bound book with a snap, the journal was right in his car console, masquerading as a benign looking day planner, or maybe a forgotten address book. In fact, she thought that’s what it at first, and only opened it in a sort of distracted and automatic way. At least that’s what she told herself.
But not only were the contents nothing like what she expected, and had she found the journal a half a year ago, she might have passed off the contents as nothing more than lines from some obscure film, or perhaps her husband’s attempts at some creative writing. Now the lines of obsessively neat script were damning–not to him. He’d already confessed when he knew he could no longer make any reasonable claims to innocence.
…It’s my art. The first thing I’ve cared about in a long time. First, the woman- she is a blank canvas, and I paint her with blood.
But there’s more- the performance art. All the world really is a stage, and everyone I meet is a bit actor, but they don’t know it.
Or a chess board, and they are all pawns. I’m not the king though. The king is weak, with no freedom of movement. I am more like the queen- I move, silently and lethally, and the pawns never see me coming.