The Tolling Bells: Final
December 21, 2010 5 Comments
The Tolling Bells : The Gift Of Hope
By Anastasia Of The Lake
As we left off at the last sentence of the first “Tolling Of The Bells”, he had just driven off from the Twilite Inn after indulging in magnificent sex with Miss Blond and Evil Barmaid. At this moment driving in the car he pushed the dial of the radio louder and louder to drown out those damn tolling of the bells .NOW he thought as he massaged his knife like pain in his temple, ” what have I just done? “
He kept repeating those words over and over in his mind as a click of a typewriter of olden days would do ,click ,clack.He felt his body quiver no longer from passion but from the act of Betrayal. This man was not usually the type that would ever indulge in this activity. He knew, he just knew the man friend he had made was laughing and laughing at him, knowing he had destroyed a large hunk of this mans life and the man, Ricardo was filled with pleasure in his demonic conquest. See Ricardo had planned this betrayal that his new, sic, friend would do. He had been priming him for 6 months. You see Ricardo had met the wife of the man of the tolling of the bells. Her astute observation and questions of him angered him. He was a man that was not used to challenge, by a female especially. He also observed that there was a special warm bond between the man and his wife, it was lovely, tender and caring. Ricardo despised that, those good things between the two. See he was a serpent. Yes dear readers a true demonic serpent dressed in human flesh.
As the ride home seemed an eternity, the man of The Tolling Bells, thought I must get these clothes off I MUST. As he pulled in the garage arriving at home he didn’t even bother at this late late hour to wait , immediately he tore off the red plaid shirt and the pants he wore and placed them in a garbage bag, to never be worn again. He entered the house, and quietly went up the stairs. There he saw the figure of a woman laying in bed. He would never share this secret. He promised himself she will never know. He showered and got into bed next to the unknowing woman he had vowed to be true to. He laid awake a long while. Not wishing even to accidentally brush her skin in any way. That would be too painful. And as he drifted off he heard in the early dawn light the “Tolling Of The Bells”, only this time he knew they were real, as they were from his own church down the street. He was crushed but his pride said never will I tell her.
He went on with his life. Things had changed that night at the Twilite Inn. His relationship with the woman he had vowed to love forsaking all others would never be the same again. He went about now as a wild man of sorts. He lived a life of great sadness, but he turned it into a force of hatred of self and of women. He was wounded as a deer shot and left to die after a hit by a hunter. He loathed the once intoxicating blond, and buxom barmaid ,she had inflicted a great physical and mental pain he would never recover from.
Time passed, he never again entered the Twilite Inn. But did a fine job of making nice hits on babes all over as he went about his life. The once happy marriage he now hated and wanted out but was at one time fearful and sickened as to what people, family, friends would say about him. So he rarely made it home except a couple nites a week and passed off to the wife who had noticed and remarked at the dramatic change in his response to her. No longer loving or good or even remotely kind was he any longer. She began to ponder her next move after repeated attempts and decided to confront him. He said NOTHING had changed his job of running a business was ever so consuming and worrysome and his sick father needed his attention as he was living his last days.
She, the wife made plans of her own. She spoke with someone who she trusted and decided the time was right. She said she wanted a divorce for so much had changed .He was nothing but a shell of the man she knew and the torture of just being in a room with him was far more than she could bear any longer. The pain was unbearable, she left. She started a new life, it was so hard as she had spent her time toiling at a job from her home, which many people do. And life was vacant except for two small girls she met at her new residence. The little girls transformed her and gave her the gift of hope, and as she played one day outdoors in the sun with them she heard as from when she was a child the majestic sound of the tolling of the church bells. She smiled.
