A Short Story
Charity Smoak is a day drinker and a smoker her favorite is whiskey. Despite her rather filthy habits she is also an author of many books and poems. Charity Smoak lives in the dark gloomy Portland Oregon. She loves the way the moon shines off the windows of her shop and the way the rain bounces off the rims of her blood red glasses. Although she loved things about Portland she didn’t have anyone to enjoy it with. She was alone. No friends No family, all gone.
Charity smoak was walking back from the shops one day to return to her writing when she noticed someone running out of her shop with something in their hand. She chased that person all the way down the block but she never caught up with them.She walked back to her shop to see what was missing. She went to the back room after she saw nothing was gone. She went to start writing but her book was gone. That is what the person stole. She was horrified that someone would do this to her.
She faded away in her sadness wishing she had her book still with her. She decides to go for a walk down the hill she leaves after locking her door. Down the hill she went walking when a young man approached her side talking. “Hello, I’m Kevin Davies.”He says politely.
“I’m Charity Smoak.”
“That’s such a beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he says, trying to woo Charity Smoak .
“Thank you.” she said blankly.
“Ms. Charity Smoak, would you go out with me?” he asks.
“Yes.” Then she walks away.
“Um I’ll pick you up at your shop I guess” Kevin says confused. Hours later Charity arrives at his home for the date. “I was gonna pick you up,”he says as he opens the door. Charity just walks straight in. “Come in, I guess,” he says, weirded out.
“Can we stay here for our date please” she asks, removing her jacket.
“Sure,” He says.
“Did you take my book?” she asks
“ How did you know it was me” he asks back
“I didn’t” She says standing up and grabbing something out of her pocket. “Where is it?” He points to a cabinet. “Thank you for your time” She goes to grab the book. Kevin grabs her arm.
“You can’t have it back.” He tries to stop her from getting the book but fails.
“Kevin get over here.” he runs away. About to say something but with the quick move of her hands she stabs him. Not where it will kill him but he’ll lose enough blood to knock him out so she can bring him back to her house. When Kevin awakens he is in some glass box. He looks around and screams. “ They always scream as soon as they wake up,″ she says, covering kevins box with a table cloth. She looks around at her Masterful pieces of art. She opens kevins box enough to put a tube in the box. The tube starts pouring out wet cement soon after Kevin cant move. The box is full of cement so she removes the lid and turns off the tube. She has to wait for it to dry so she goes to leave the room but then looks back at all the men in the cement filled glass boxes and wonders if she’ll ever get caught. She writes down kevin davies in her book she fills a whole chapter about how she roped him into this trap like she did with the other. Alone Again Charity Smoak at last.
The End.
