| THE LAST ANNIVERSARY Page 1.
By Page 2. click here Sandra Johnson The scene was set, the crates littering the one side of the garage were addressed to M. Orbid. They held all the pieces of the coffin, from the domed lid to the body of the coffin. The body of the coffin had come before the lid. Of course it was not called a coffin when he had bought it, it was a tank for aquatic life. Never mind that he'd never bought a fish , turtle or lizard in his life. Now he could begin to put his plan in action. Mort yelled with glee to his wife. "Angelica get out here!" He couldn't see to stop dancing, but he'd better or he'd give himself away. Angie came to the garage doorway and peered inside. " What are you yelling for Mortalitae? I could have heard you all the way up in the attic." "Jesus Angie, please don't call me that! You know I don't like it." Mort rubbed this eyes and then squinted out of them at her. "Well I couldn't help but say your whole name cuz I think it's cute, but I'm not going to argue with you." Angie said as she walked further into the garage. Looking around at all the 'junk' that Mort kept in it she shivered, thinking of all the hiding spaces that could house spiders. "What do you want me for?" "Well it's finished today!" he said excitedly, "I need you to help me put it in the ground ok?" "Why can't Dave come over and help you?" Angie whined, "I've got things to do too, you know." "Do you want to make sure this is done right or not?" Mort snapped at her, "You're the one who is going to be in it right?" Angie smarted at that statement. Mort was right, she would feel alot more confident if she could see the way everything would look. It was a beauty, that was for sure. She would feel like 'Snow White' in it. The glass coffin was inlaid with lace and satin and a matching satin pillow, with lace trim. Angie knew her black hair would look beautiful spread out on the pillow. "And you don't want anyone to see it until the party right?" Angie joked with Mort. Mort replied with just a grunt as he indicated the other end of the coffin with his nose. Angie went to the end indicated and tried to lift it. "I can't lift it Mort," she said, "It's too heavy." "I don't want you to lift it, I want you to slide it on to the trolley as I push, Ok?" he groused at her. Together they slid the coffin onto the trolley and then lifted each end to put a thick rope in place for ease of lowering the coffin into the ground. "Where are we going to put it?" Angie asked. "I thought we'd put it at the end of the deck that we're going to enlarge later this summer." Mort replied, wiping the sweat off his face and back of his neck. "You can finish what ever you were doing while I dig the hole.? "How generous!" Angie muttered as they moved the trolley close to the spot Mort wanted. Leaving Mort with the shovel, Angie went into the kitchen to finish preparing the hors d'oeuvres that he had requested for the party tomorrow night. Angie watched Mort through the window as she washed the mushrooms she was preparing. He had already staked out the hole. Around the hole for the coffin Mort had dug up the sod and laid some gravel and cement blocks.. Angie reminded herself to ask Mort why they needed such a large area and why he had laid down the concrete. Angie shivered as she recalled the conversation in which Mort first brought up the idea of burying her as a practical joke. He was always trying to come up with new ideas for their anniversary parties to scare their friends. The memory of their last joke made Angie laugh as she shook off the shivers. They had pretended to have a major blow up and ended up stabbing each other.Their guests had been shocked at the fake blood they saw flowing from the fake stab wounds. Angie had just finished putting the final touches to the mushrooms when Mort started yelling for her again. "Angie I need you NOW!, and bring me a glass of that lemonade ok?" "Geez Mort you don't have to yell.I can hear you quite clearly in the kitchen you know." Angie replied as she brought him the glass of lemonade. Mort wiped the sweat from his face and grabbed for the glass. Grunting at her, he drank the glass down in one long swallow. "Well let's get this finished and then we're all set, but one question Mort. How are we supposed to get the coffin in the ground?" Mort snorted in derision at Angie and then indicated the pulley system he had rigged to the tree, fence and deck rail. "All I need you to do is guide the corners in right while I lower it." Mort said as he moved to the ropes and began pulling them to raise the coffin. Angie, following his lead, began running around the hole to make sure she could position the coffin right. She didn't want Mort yelling at her for messing up his work. Everything had to be perfect for him. Lining up the coffin proved to be easier than it looked though because they were finished in no time at all. In finishing the look of the buried coffin they packed the sod all down around the edges to make it a snug fit. All that was left showing showing was the slightly raised dome lid and the inside of the coffin. The next morning Angie woke slowly to the feel of soft, wet kisses exploring the back of her neck and shoulders and the feel of fingers seeking, finding and stroking ever so softly along her silky nether regions. Rolling over she reached up to kiss Mort. "Today's the day, hmmm?" |