Short Story / the plot to kill pt. 1
Tatiana laid there in bed. She was glad to be alone, even though it had only been a day since Roger moved out. The last few days were sheer horror with him around. It was something she had been plotting for a while now, even though he was out of her place.
It was inevitable- he had to die!
But how? Where? When?
This was something she needed to think about. A way to get rid of Roger, making sure she got away with it. Tatiana didn’t want anything coming back on her. This was going to be very hard to accomplish- cleanly.
She began watching murder mysteries, all the CSI shows, and any other show about how to murder someone. This was a delicate situation she was getting herself into. But when she thought about Roger she cringed, he made her skin crawl and turned her stomach.
As Tatiana laid quietly in bed, the radio announcer spoke about the war. He was giving the statistics on how many people, civilians they are called; and the soldiers that were dying. It saddened Tatiana to think about this senseless war. Then she thought, “ oh if only Roger could be assigned to cover something like that.” It would solve her problems, by Roger having an accident while covering the war. See he was a freelance writer for some cheap news rag of a paper.
Tatiana smiled, saying “ No more Roger!”
Just then her radio went off, so she got up. As she walked into the bathroom, she tripped on a box. It was one of Roger’s; Tatiana yelled, “Damn man forgot that box.” She pushed it to the far wall, but what she wanted to do is chuck it out the window.
But she knew it wouldn’t be right to litter the streets. He was already a fungus, a blight, that plagued the planet. No sense in putting anyone else in danger of being…....... I guess, polluted by his kind.
Besides, it was probably something belonging to his dear momma. Tatiana found Roger’s mom and dad to be real nice. But even they couldn’t figure out what happened when they had Roger. Tatiana wondered if he was really their child? Maybe they got the wrong one at the hospital, its been known to happen before. He is the total opposite from them.
As Tatiana stood in front of the mirror, she looked at herself. Then said,
“ Roger is a freak- he has to die!”
She went to shower, and tried to think of how this was going to happen. “Would I need a gun, no to messy,” she thought. Maybe some poison might do it a clean way to get rid of the blight, the scourge. She wasn’t sure what she would use, she just knew it had to be done.
Tatiana had some friends on the police force, but didn’t want to draw to much attention to her plan. But they disliked Roger, and even told her she could do better. Anyone of them would love to be with her. But she told them she needed some time to be alone, just get used to being without a man for awhile.
Tatiana finished showering, got dressed and went to make some coffee. Roger always hated the smell of coffee, so she was glad he was gone. Then she saw Roger’s cup in the drainer, picked it up and walked to the trash, and dropped it in.
Crash!!!!
It made a loud sound as it broke into pieces. Tatiana knew she would slowly get rid of any trace of him in her life. It was her place again, not his, or theirs- just hers! She had thought about hiring a cleaning company to disinfect the place, making sure it was free of his awful stank, his vile presence.
Tatiana got a bowl down, and poured some cereal in it. Then went to the refrigerator for the milk. “ Ugh” she said, “ another thing Roger left, his tofu burgers.” A s she picked up the milk, she grabbed the burgers and walked to the trash, and dropped them in. Tatiana then said, “ Out of sight- out of mind!”
“bang” it made the sound as it hit the broken cup.
She walked over to the counter with the milk, poured some in her bowl of cereal. Then went back to put the milk away. She sat down at the bar to eat
and enjoy a peaceful morning. She could sit and enjoy her morning without having Roger complain at her about the way she ate her cereal, and that she drank coffee. Nothing she did was ever the right way either.
At the thought of Roger, she decided to make a To-do list. Grabbing the paper and pencil she jotted down a simple list.
To – do list
1.Go through the place to find all of what Roger left and dispose of.
2.Hire cleaning company to clean place- remove the vile stench of Roger!
3.Do research on how to do away with vile bodies.
4.Remove vile creatures off the planet.
5. I mean get rid of him!
6.Be happy for the rest of my life! ( without the vile Roger)
She decided not to put the word kill in the list, hence it would be found by the police. She could say she meant to make him leave, but maybe they wouldn’t believe her. Thank God she never married Roger. If she had known how strange he was she never would have dated him.
At least he was gone from her place finally. Soon he would be gone for good, well as soon as she devised a way to kill Roger. Thinking back to the time she met him, he was nice, even seemed normal. But slowly his unusual quirks started appearing. And his constant cleaning was so annoying.
If she wanted a maid, she would have hired one, but no she had Roger cleaning every little thing. It was as if he was obsessed with having things clean, almost to the point of being sterile. Of course, she had her own quirks, but nothing compared to Roger’s! And hers were minor, and he put up with them. But in the short time they were together, only four months she had enough, it was time to move on.
She kept putting off telling him she didn’t want him anymore, that it was over. But when she told Roger he needed to vacate the premises, he took it very well. He began bringing boxes home to pack his stuff, but he still lingered on moving them out. She found herself walking around his boxes, and around him. He was beginning to give her the heebie-jeebie’s when he got to close.
Toward the end of him being there she was on the verge of insanity. Tatiana knew what she had to do- must do. She didn’t want any other woman going through what she had. Those first three months seemed more like three years. But now he was out of her house, but not fully out of her life…....yet.
She decided to give herself a time-line as to how soon the deed would transpire. In less that a week or two, he would be gone. Wiped out…. extinguished…. removed from off this planet. Hopefully his parents wouldn’t miss him to much either, at least she hoped they wouldn’t.
Tatiana chose a time when it was early, and somewhere out of the way. Like the Roadhouse Inn just outside of Rancho Verde. Maybe they would serve his favorite dessert- Jello! But it would be a special mix- dosed with arsenic or some other poison. That was a detail she still needed to work on.
She asked him to meet her there, around 8:00 am, she made the excuse she had some papers for him to sign. Roger wondered why she wanted him to meet her there, and not at her house. But he agreed to be there, and so she sat waiting nervously for him to appear. Even though she had this well planned, it was still hard for her to remain composed.
She looked at her watch, 7:57; almost time for Roger to show up. It was another quirk of his to always be on time, he was a stickler for keeping an accurate schedule. She took a sip of her coffee, and waited. Knowing he would be walking through any minute. She took a deep breath and released it.
Just then she heard a screech of tires, there was screaming and the loud noise of a crash. Some of the people in the Inn went out to see what had happened. But Tatiana knew…...... it was Roger that got struck by a truck. She picked up the cup, and grinned as she drank her coffee. Perfect she thought and a clean kill, no trace will come back to her, the blight was removed.
Soon after she walked out. Then passed the crowd of people, standing around the body that lie on the ground. She didn’t bother to look at the pool of blood that formed around his head. There were police standing near to keep the crowds back, as the medical examiner pronounced him dead.
Tatiana began to laugh, she didn’t have to do anything to cause his death. It was his own stupidity that caused it, or rather his not paying attention when the light turned red for him. And the trucks inability to stop fast enough to miss hitting him. The blight, the plague, the vermin called Roger caused his own terrible demise.
Maybe they should put that on his grave marker-
“Here lies Roger the vermin,
blight and plague of the earth!”
His own stupidity was
the cause of his
demise.
Well, whatever they put on there is fine with her- for he is truly out of her life now. “ Out of sight - out of mind!,” Tatiana said out loud, as she continued walking down the street.
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Morning… I don’t agree with some of the reviews of this I’ve read… I think the story stands quite well as it is. Who cares about what went wrong between them, let the reader think what they will about that. We’ve all had those in our lives that we despise for whatever reasons, so can all relate.
The only thing I’d like to see changed is that Roger is described as blight, a plague, and vile so often as to be repetitive. Grab a thesaurus and describe him more fully…
~vato
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I dont know why it’s called part 1 unless theres more to the story. I just didnt like that fact even though Roger was out of her house she still wanted him dead. You did a decent job making us know though that she didn’t think her deserved to live though. It was a good even though I didn’t like the main character.
Then she thought, “ oh if only Roger could be assigned to cover something like that.” It would solve her problems, by Roger having an accident while covering the war. See he was a freelance writer for some cheap news rag of a paper . . . There are several changes I would make here. I would drop ‘see’ for one thing and also ‘of a paper’. I believe I would re-word the whole thing. Maybe something like – “ oh if only Roger could be assigned to cover something like that.” He was a freelance writer for some cheap news rag, and having an accident while covering the war would solve all her problems.
“Would I need a gun, no to messy,” she thought . . . Quotation marks are for dialogue and not necessary for thoughts.
Your ending is a bit vague. How did she know it was Roger? How did she know it was a truck? Did she have a view from where she was sitting?
All in all, it is a good story and you told it well. I hope that I have helped you. Good luck.
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