January 29, 2016

     He whistled; "There goes the bride" as blood and tears streamed down his face. He didn't want to do it; a part of him really did love her, or rather loved the idea of her. She was just too independent, too stubborn and smart. She didn't fit his mold anymore, she gained too much control over her own life, and she wouldn't work for his plan, so he had to take care of her. He made sure she got her special day, and that she looked beautiful when she went. He dressed her up in her white gown and pinned her hair back the way she liked it. He gave her a kiss and buried her under her favorite tree. He took one last look at the beauty before him, and smiled down at her from 6 feet above.  Finally, she was quiet.