A Couple of Damn Sociopaths

LITTLE RED JACKET WITH A HOOD: PART III

I wake up sitting. Someone has wrapped a blanket around me. Under the blanket I am wearing nothing but my boxers.

A fire crackles. The girl sits in front of me, red jacket slung over the back of her chair.

“There you are, handsome boy.” She places a cigarette in her mouth. She lights it. She puts it in my mouth.

I raise a shaking hand and take it out.

“Tea?”

I turn. The older woman stands by the stove, holding a cup. I drop my cigarette on the floor in a panic to check my neck. A soft bandage covers the spot.

The girl reaches down and picks my cigarette from the floor. She takes a few drags off it and holds it out to me. I take it. I look at her, then the old woman.

“What is going on?” I look over at the bed, loose ropes hand from the posts. I look back at the girl.

“Did that actually happen?”

She nods.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Well, my name is Julianna. That is my grandmother.”

The older woman shuffles to the table. She places a tea in front of me. She smiles, kindly.

“Are you guys going to kill me?” I ask.

Julianna laughs, her grandmother laughs.

“No dear, what do you think we are? A couple of damn sociopaths?”

I don’t answer. I smoke the cigarette. I don’t touch the tea.

“What did you guys do to me?”

The girl looks to her grandmother, then back to me.

“Nothing you didn’t enjoy.” She winks and raises an eyebrow at my crotch. I feel something drying on my leg. I cringe.

“This is so fucked up.”

The girl snorts. “This is nature dear.”

Something dings in a room off the kitchen. The older woman bustles off. I stare at the girl. She gives me a pitying look. “It’s okay. You can add this to the long list of things you don’t understand about the world.”

I finish my cigarette. I frown. “So, what now?”

The girl shrugs. The older woman comes back in holding a neatly folded pile of my clothes.

“You can go. Or stay. Or go and come back.” She winks. “We will tone down the theatrics next time,” she shrugs and looks sad for a moment, “we get bored, you know.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Grandmother got all the dog hair off your clothes at least.”

I look up and the older woman, I look away. I feel sick to my stomach. I reach out and take my clothes. I stand up. Shaking, I clothe myself. The two women watch me.

I put my jacket on. The older woman says something in Russian. I back toward the door.

“What’d she say?”

Julianna gives me a guilty smile. “She says you should put ointment on that,” she points to my neck, “so it doesn’t get infected, you know.”

I nod.

“Right.”

I reach for the doorknob behind my back.

“Right.”

I turn the knob and the door opens.

I look one last time at the girl. She smiles.

I run like hell.

 

THE END.

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5 comments

  1. Quality. I was convinced when part 2 ended Frank (of Saturday fame) was going to feature in this episode. Great humour, particularly the ointment line. Thanks, flash365, a great 3 parter 🙂

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