JeeCay's "Vile Day" Short Story submission for Pro VS Anti
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JeeCay?
Title: Vile Day
Piece: Short story
A small bit of a green powder, pinched between the fingers was all it took. Just a little was needed in each of the mixing pots. Too little and it had no effect. Too much and it was nearly fatal. Just a pinch of my miracle toxin was all that was needed too ruin that vile day. The fourteenth of February. A day reserved for the beautiful, the lucky, and more often than not the undeserving. But when has there ever been any justice in love?
I sat alone in a restaurant with a only a bottle of wine a small bag to keep me company. The restaurant in question was named some french word I dare not attempt to pronounce. So it should seem obvious that couples, on this of all days in particular, would flock to it. So I sat. All alone and waited. I drank my wine and waited. and when I saw a couple near me finishing their meal I laughed. Laughed and waited for the their waitress to appear.
"Would you two like a desert this evening. They're free for couples tonight only."
Music to my ears. It would cost me a pretty penny but to see it all first hand, To swim in their misery and see justice done on this unjust day would be well worth it. It was coming together. Fate had to be on my side for the timing to be this perfect. Within minutes of each other orders various desert orders came flooding into the kitchen. No time to check the batter, no time to inspect the icing, to check the fruits and creams for tampering. No time to ruin my work.
The sounds of young couples enjoying their unwarranted treats filled the air. It left a bitter taste, But would make what fallowed all the more delicious. My finely crafted toxin was truly miraculous. It took hold of their inner workings the moment it was devoured. When the first plate was cleared I reached into the bag at my side and maneuvered the item it housed over my head. I now breathed through a large filter and saw through a glass visor over my face. As the first set of eyes locked on to me I waved and smiled from beneath the mask. Happily anticipating the fruits of my labor when I heard it.
A loud, wet burst of air stemming from the bowels of a young lady sitting just few feet from me. As the eyes of those inhabiting the restaurant which can't be named shifted from me to her another one sounded off. This time it stemmed from her companion sitting across from her. A chorus of these abrupt, foul smelling eruptions rang clearly from the bottoms every couple that dared to exist on that day. None were spared from the carnage. The female patrons produced a stampede as they all sought refuge in the ladies room. The men who weren't embarrassed or nauseated by their involuntary flatulence regressed into a primitive state, Embracing their predicament for laughs, at the cost of their dates. Laughing, Crying, screaming. The sounds of plates and glasses shattering and tables tipped over and items were thrown. It all all gelled into a sympathy of chaos and anguished as a full scale riot erupted from pretentiously named establishment.
The night was ruined for all that came to dine at that atrociously named restaurant. All but me. All but me and the vengefully lonely individuals who would come to read this story in on every February fourteenth to come.
