Zee David's Blog
July 9, 2025
Rough draft : The Night She Died
Three days later
Ding, dong. The witch was dead. Melinda, She and her coffee speciale at 58 degrees could burn in hell—if there was any justice in the afterlife. Her eyes used to scour the room demanding and impatiently during morning hours while myself, her assistant, walked around with baggy eyes. Perhaps this was her happy ending, being freed from such tension and unpleasantness. Perhaps it was mine. I stood up from my chair as I lit a scented candle. That un bearing smell from the unloaded garbage bin behind my house was at it again
When I first heard the news yesterday, I struggled to suppress my laughter; cheeks flushed, faint grin and feigned worry. Thank goodness that call happened on the phone. I’d have given myself away.
She’s gone. Interesting.
I took a sip of my green tea and tossed my legs on the coffee table. One must not watch news like this in an uncomfortable position; one must watch the news relaxed.
And since Melinda was such a big deal, I got to watch the devastating announcement over and over this morning. Grabbing the remote, I pressed aggressively on the volume button so I could hear the news of her death crisp, loud, and clear. A small smile found its way to my face as I watched the newscaster announce her death. The smile got even wider when I saw her pale face plastered around the screen.
Ding, dong. The witch was dead. Melinda, She and her coffee speciale at 58 degrees could burn in hell—if there was any justice in the afterlife. Her eyes used to scour the room demanding and impatiently during morning hours while myself, her assistant, walked around with baggy eyes. Perhaps this was her happy ending, being freed from such tension and unpleasantness. Perhaps it was mine. I stood up from my chair as I lit a scented candle. That un bearing smell from the unloaded garbage bin behind my house was at it again
When I first heard the news yesterday, I struggled to suppress my laughter; cheeks flushed, faint grin and feigned worry. Thank goodness that call happened on the phone. I’d have given myself away.
She’s gone. Interesting.
I took a sip of my green tea and tossed my legs on the coffee table. One must not watch news like this in an uncomfortable position; one must watch the news relaxed.
And since Melinda was such a big deal, I got to watch the devastating announcement over and over this morning. Grabbing the remote, I pressed aggressively on the volume button so I could hear the news of her death crisp, loud, and clear. A small smile found its way to my face as I watched the newscaster announce her death. The smile got even wider when I saw her pale face plastered around the screen.
Except from WIP
Had I ever asked you to love me forever
or to make me your one and only.
The last one you see before you go to bed,
and the first one you see when morning light streams
through our curtains?
No.
All I asked was, it was you and me
Never a thought of her,
when we shared our moments together
Just You and I.
If you do, I’ll ignore the shattered teacup
smell the untrimmed grass.
Say, “I’m contented.
I’d believe every word you say.
Brian… lie to me.
or to make me your one and only.
The last one you see before you go to bed,
and the first one you see when morning light streams
through our curtains?
No.
All I asked was, it was you and me
Never a thought of her,
when we shared our moments together
Just You and I.
If you do, I’ll ignore the shattered teacup
smell the untrimmed grass.
Say, “I’m contented.
I’d believe every word you say.
Brian… lie to me.
