The Cul-de-sac of Amontillado (Teaser)

By DX

 

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(A homage to Edgar Allen Poe)

 

 

Everything tasted of rust.

 

Blearily, she focused past the flittering, gossamer ghosts clouding her thoughts to the three inch plastic pipe set up between her legs as Martha blathered on about urination flow and drainage.  Forcing her mind to clear, she struggled feebly at the steel bindings bolting her to the wall.  Martha mentioned she had wrought them from scrap metal and she had made a forge out of an old BBQ grill and a hairdryer.

 

Wait, what?

 

She watched Martha work, chattering on about getting the bricks free from a demolished building site.  Martha was delighted she only had to knock off bits of old cement.  Most of the bricks were perfect for her new patio and her wall.  

 

Her wall?

 

Martha was cute.  She had short, pixie cut dark hair, snow blue eyes and a perky nose.  She had a sparking, energetic personality that was infectious.  When she smiled, everyone smiled.

 

Martha was building a wall.  

 

In her overalls and tool belt she looked just adorable, like a little girl wearing Daddy’s equipment.

 

“It’s not so hard.”  She said, her hands mechanically moving.  “This is going very quickly.”  Martha leaned back, mopping her brow with her bandana, and looked up, her blue eyes wide and pretty.  “I’ll have you walled up in no time!”

 

Thunder flashed across her brain as she became more awake.  “Whagh…”  She mumbled, metal in her mouth, forcing it open.  “Whagh guagh!”  She pulled at the restraints, now suddenly very real and very solid.  Her wrists, neck, waist and ankles, were firmly pinned to the wall.

 

Martha rose from her squat, a little winded from her work.  “Ah, I see the drugs are finally wearing off.”  She scratched her nose, inadvertently leaving a smear of cement.  “I might have over done it.”  She released her radiant smile, brightening the room.  “I went to the library and read a book on wildlife survival.  With wild plants I found here in the cul-de-sac, I was able to distill my own sedative.  Since I just read a book in the library, there isn’t a trace on my computer that I was looking up ways of kidnapping someone and drugging them.”  Her nose crinkled with excitement and pride.  “I’m walling you up alive, Karen.”  She said, peering at her.  “Don’t you remember?”

 

 

The Cul-de-sac of Amontillado (Teaser)

By DX

 

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