I needed her the moment I saw her.
She was beautiful, beautiful beyond belief. Long dark hair curled into little ringlets. A soft, gentle smile on her face. A body with curves in all the right places. A lovely blue dress on. She looked like an angel and my heart thump-thump-thumped a rumba in my chest.
I imagined what our life together would be like. I’d go to work at my office job, sit at a computer, run numbers or whatever they wanted me to do. She would be at home, tidying up our pretty little two-story house with the white picket fence. She would vacuum the floors while wearing her hair up in that casually-sexy fashion that the best housewives wear. I would call her at lunch, and we’d chat for a few minutes while I sat outside my office building, eating the sandwich she had prepared with love for me that morning. We would exchange little words of affection before we both went back to our tasks.
I would get home that evening after a long day of work and loosen my tie dramatically, just like one of those dads from one of those shows. She would be there in one of my favorite dresses and carrying a cocktail. Maybe a Manhattan or something similarly man-like. She would give it to me, tell me to sit down and take my shoes off, and would go into the kitchen to finish making dinner. Maybe a pot roast or something delicious but not majorly-complex.
We would sit down for dinner, and she would ask me how my day was. I would explain how I had a tough meeting with Steve from Accounting but that I got it all sorted. She would be so proud of me. I would see her smile and her blue…green…brown…her eyes would sparkle. I would ask how her day was, because that’s what a good husband does, and she would tell me. She would say that she went to the store and met up with the other housewives and they gossiped for a while around the coffee aisle before they went about their business.
I would ask how her friends were doing and she would tell me they were doing well and that we should have them and their husbands over for a dinner party one of these days. I would sigh because I wouldn’t like most of the husbands, but I would know that she wanted more time with her friends so I would agree and just resolve to grin and bear the evening with those blowhards. Anything to keep my lady happy.
We would go to bed at a reasonable time, watch a little bit of TV, and then curl up together, happy in our love. It would be the perfect end to a perfectly average and normal day in our perfectly average and normal life. Yes, I needed that life. I needed that.
Now, how to get her out of that coffin unnoticed?
Here is where I''ll post random stories that aren't, as of yet, in a larger book. Call it a free ride into the mouth of madness, yo.