There was no doubt about it. He knew that the majestic tiger represented him. Strong, and in charge. Dominating even the snow that surrounded him. Just the way he took charge of his victims. He’d had that dream before. The tiger looked forward defiantly, it was his calling. It comforted him. He too was a predator, stalking his prey and then pouncing on them by surprise. He bowed to nobody.
He chuckled, shivering with excitement as he thought of their fear. Their frightened screams. And then there were those that soiled themselves – they suffered more than the rest – how dare they disrespect him?!
It was a pleasure to watch them seething in agony. And it was even better that they had never suspected a thing when he picked them up. The gold-diggers. Falling for his shiny, yellow Lambo, and his hard, thick, leather wallet. They deserved every bit of it. He watched them through the night. Rejecting others. Judging the clothes they wore, the drinks they bought, and sometimes even the cars they drove. And only choosing those that flashed money in their faces. He was thankful that his good looks worked in his favour.
He sat now, with a bottle of the most expensive item on the menu on the table. A single glass next to it. It didn’t take them long. He’d only been here fifteen minutes. The blonde and her brunette friend – eyes eager as they approached him. Two for the price of one. Lucky him.
I knew her choice would be a dump. But no, “Little-miss-prissy” had to have everything her way. I don’t know what Dan saw in her, really. And now she had become a permanent member of our entourage.
“Leave the planning to me, I know a great place we could hang out guys, trust me,” she said.
Some great place this was. It looked like a strip-club to me. All that was missing were the dance-poles. As it was, the waitresses wore next-to-nothing. With gritted teeth, I scanned the bar – a bowl of peanuts sat on the counter where anyone could stick their fingers in. Eek! Flashing neon lights lit up the place, casting shadows that made everything look worse.
This reunion was supposed to be the highlight of my year but it was going wrong too quickly, just like everything else in my life. I thought I’d have a second chance but…
“It’s so nice that you and Dan remained friends after the break-up,” she said, “he really values your friendship.”
Taken aback, but quick to hide it, “Yeah, we’ve been friends forever, it only seemed fitting.”
A smile plastered itself across my face for the rest of the night.
What was she doing? She was a married woman. This type of behavior was not for the public eye. And yet, she could not take her eyes off his caramel body, ripples – shining with sweat, as he stood- shirtless, much to the staring onlookers’ astonishment. She didn’t mean to spill her drink on him, but she was really glad she did. There it was. The red stain screaming horror, on his crisp white shirt that he now held in his hands.
“I’m sorry.” She stammered, “clumsy me!” She began wiping off the red liquid from his chest, dabbing fervently.
Their eyes locked and she suddenly felt drunken by the fumes surrounding her. The prickles on her skin told him she knew that he was slowly undressing her with his eyes. Her cheeks flushed a crimson red, while her eyes twinkled in the light. It was momentarily just the two of them in the room, to the amazement of the other guests. They would not take their eyes off each other. His hand slowly grabs her back, pulling her closer, and the wedding ring on his finger snags her dress, their chests meet and they seem lost in the magic of the moment. Each one, afraid to blink should it end.
“Ahem, Mr and Mrs Tyson, care to join the party?” The butler broke their spell, eager to have them in the spotlight while waiting to help Mr Tyson into a fresh shirt. Wide-eyed and flushed, almost tripping over each other, the presence of everyone in the room leaves them blushing.
Smiling shyly, they joined hands and made their way to the empty dance floor as the crowd held their breath for the newlyweds to open up the dance floor.
March 26, 2017
by Nerisha Kemraj
Tears spilled into the Moroccan tea that sat in front of her. With a shift of her hands she casted it aside as the minty fumes that usually tempted her wafted all around. Staring at the picture on the wall, she wished she was on that boat sailing into the sunset on a romantic getaway. But now there was no chance of that happening, not with her cheating ex. Her heart held no space for their tainted love. How could he do that to her? Was she not enough. A painful stab in her heart gave way to a whimper that escaped her lips. Looking around hastily, she was glad it went unnoticed.
Dining alone was new to her. She had always been jn the company of friends or family, but mostly HIM. Everything led to him. Why? Her heart ached.
Flashes of that day came flooding back to her as she played with the candle wax that fell onto the intricate genie-lamp candle-holder that centred the anytique table ahe sat at.
They had been together for eight years. But on that day he was a stranger. He had told her he was busy that weekend. Working late he said. And then she saw him with her. Holding hands, then leaning over and kissing her so passionately. She knew then that it was finally over. Those months of coming home late, while she waited up for him. Those secret phonecalls – all “work related” but at odd times in the night. She saw the signs and chose to ignore them.
What did she lack? She wondered painfully. Where did it all go wrong? What could have been done to change things? She realised there wasn’t anything. A firm believer in fate, she knew that if it was written, it would be. Communication cannot be forced. Their relationship lacked this.
She remembered his disinterest every evening. Head buried in his phone while she looked longingly at him. Not a glance in her direction, even whilst they ate.
Her heart was broken and now she still felt incomplete. The confrontation was brutal. He lied, manipulating every bit of the truth. Until she showed him the pictures. Then he played the victim. How she didn’t care enough anymore, how she took him for granted.
“You don’t put in an effort anymore.” He said. There’s no attraction between us. We need some space apart.”
“You could have talked to me. There was no need to cheat!” She couldn’t hold back the tears then. Neither could she now.
How could she have been reduced to this? But she knew, leaving had been the right choice. Through her sadness she smiled with satisfaction knowing that his new love interest had left him for someone more entitled. So he knew what betrayal felt like too, but it wouldn’t make a difference to someone as superficial as he had turned out to be.
So here she was, alive on this beautiful island, faraway from him. Starting afresh would be a definite way to keep her occupied. Thankfully the job came through, and although she would miss her family, holidays would come around soon enough. Feeling better, she looks at her tea, now cold. Ordering another to go as she paid the bill, a heart full of positivity.