Showing posts from December, 2011

Schrödinger's mistress

Surfing Twitter the other day and came across a competition to win a copy of new horror anthology City of Hell.  All you had to do was write a 100 word flash piece with the theme of a door. For some reason my mind thought of  Schrödinger's cat and evolved into the below. (Pleased to say it was a winning entry!). Schrödinger's mistress I walked out on her two years ago. I walked out as she lay there bleeding in that windowless room. The blood pooling around her as she clutched the butcher’s knife driven into her abdomen. I walked out across the sticky carpet whilst she stared imploringly at me, desperate to understand why; her life slowly ebbing away. I walked out on her and locked the door. It was the only way to keep her alive. Every day since I stand and stare at that door, pausing as I go to open it, then turn away. Sometimes I hear her crying.