A letter

A little different............

This post is inspired by a weekly writing prompt provided by Anomie. Link below.

Anomie

Prompt as follows:

Imagine you receive a letter from your 80-year self. It’s not a warning or a list of regrets, but rather a reflection on a single, seemingly insignificant moment from your past. What is that moment, and what does your future sef reveal about its lasting impact on your life?

“I couldn't think of any profound life wisdom to share, so instead my mind went to a much darker place entirely. Here's the psychological fiction that emerged..."

Dear Bren

It has taken me a while to pen this letter. I know how you are and thought long and hard, but I had to put pen to paper from the future. Sorry.

The real reason that I am writing this letter to you is that there was a time in our lives that had a huge impact on your life. It altered you in a way that has and always will affect you. I know that Pandora’s box will open, and you may or may not be cross about this. This is something that you keep close to your chest, and no one knows about it.

Remember when you worked for Metro Cash and Carry, when you were 25. After the stint in on the floor, you took a position in head office. It was housed just above the cash and carry floor. You were secretary to the Purchase Manager, and you adored the job. You met Raj, the manager of the fulfilment centre. A charmer. Smooth and damn, handsome. He used to come into the office and charm you with his beguiling ways. You were sucked in from the moment Steven introduced you. He dressed so well and his after shave. Yes, it stirred didn’t it. You just melted and the girls in the office would tease you. Oh, your face! Beetroot red.

Raj fell in love with you. He never left you alone for a minute. Those long letters, I remember your sighs and tears. His visits to your office increased and his attention became a little too weird. You tried to back off, that didn’t work though. The office girls started complaining about the time he lingered at your desk. The distress some days was quite intense. Your boss called you into the office one day and said that you had to curb it. You explained that it was totally one sided, he wasn’t interested and told you to deal with it.

It wasn’t the only visits to your office either, nor, the quick entry into the ladies bathroom when you went in, those filthy hands all over you; you couldn’t scream – you were afraid of being caught. He would follow you home on occasion. Sit in the car and watch. At first you didn’t notice his stalking, kept the curtains open. Until you received that letter, the one where he drooled about your naked candle lit silhouette through the lace curtains. You kept your curtains closed after that. That truly got you. You thought about your boss’s threat. Deal with it or else hand in your resignation. Well, that hurt. Your position was so important to you. You had to deal with it.

Well, you did. Didn’t you. You wrote to him – dropped the envelope onto his desk when he was in a meeting, inviting him to meet you. It didn’t mean to go the way it went. And I want to say to you today. What you did, wasn’t premeditated. It was reaction. It came from the deep bitter embarrassment, the anguish, the raw deep emotional stress that he put you under. You met him at the underpass as pre-arranged. The letter said: “Raj, I think it is time we met alone. I want you to get a real taste of me”. You signed it with a red kiss. Yes, you had to make it look good.

You sat in the car. Determined, calm and knew the risk. He was a cruel, cold bastard. No one at work truly knew his character. All smiles, dressed to the nines and smelling so good. That was just his smarmy ways. Underneath he was a perverted, disgusting rat. He arrived, parked behind you. You sighed, got out the car quickly and walked over to the passenger side of his car before he could get out. You went prepared, didn’t you. The black overalls, black cap, gloves, and black sneakers. And a smile that drew him to you like a moth to flame.

They found his body a few days later. No suspicious circumstances were the police report. You knew though. The day your manager announced his death, you sat there, pretended sadness. The relief was an internal one, the pressure that built up over the last months released.

Bren, you have lived with this quietly, and it has affected you in those dark moments. Today you will be 67, don’t you think it is time just to shut Pandora’s box? It has been the bane of your life. It destroys you in moments when the box opens. You are retired now. So, leave it behind. Move forward and enjoy the rest of your life. You owe it to yourself.

You take care now.

Bren xx

This is a move away from my normal writing. Today I just wanted to write a piece that showed my different side. This comes from my love for reading murder and psychological thrillers. I would love to know whether my reader’s would like to go deeper into stories like this.