Joseph A. Pinto

#barflypoet & author of dark fiction


Hello!  I hope you’ve all been well since last we met.

The dog days of summer are upon us, so what better way to cool off than by actually getting hotter: courtesy of horror fiction, that is.  I offer for your reading pleasure my latest tale to appear on Pen of the Damned titled It Drives Me Mad.

If you love short horror fiction, remember to stop by the Pen of the Damned blog each Tuesday as a different member of our writer’s group proffers their talent for your reading pleasure.  There aren’t many things that are free in this world, but we, the Damned, offer our conjurings free of charge – if you don’t count the small bit of soul we siphon in exchange! 😉

Kick back, relax and allow my latest yarn to drive you mad…

 

IT DRIVES ME MAD

It drives me mad.

That wet smack.

It is all I ever hear.

I watch them in my shower. Wispy bodies through beaded glass.

He is a strong man. Muscle fibers twitch, bounce within his thighs. The fog does not hide everything; not yet.

I see his face, his head thrown back, eyes clenched as if he is in pain. But I know he is not in pain.

Not yet.

That wet smack drives me mad.

It used to be me in the shower. My wife clings to him now. Legs wrapped around his hips, her perfect feet locked together. Locking her; locking them. He holds her, supports her effortlessly the way I once did; the way I want to.

That wet smack intensifies. His urgent groans fill the stall; my wife remains silent. Fog steals them from me. I am allowed the occasional glimpse of her breast pressed against his chest, the way she used to press against mine.

I am not jealous. I cannot be. This is our lifestyle. We share then come back to one another. But I can no longer come back. I cannot have my wife anymore. Not that way, no longer.

I watch them. Wispy bodies within the billowy fog; within the concealing vapor.

That wet smack.

That wet smack.

Then a thud.

The shower stall erupts in a geyser of red. The glass trickles red; all is red. Now that wet smack turns into a moist suckling.

Moist suckling.

I turn away.

***

The doorbell rings.

I am prepared; I am always prepared.

I greet him, make eye contact as always. It excites them. The eye contact. Knowing you offer your wife so willingly; knowing you offer your wife with such confidence. I lead him upstairs. I lead him to the shower. I watch him undress; he knows the rules. They all know the rules. I watch—I must always watch.

She waits for him in the shower. Perfect body glistening, hair dripping along her back; expectant Goddess. How I once loved to pull that hair; how I once loved to ball it within my fist.

She cracks the stall door open for him, beckoning. Her knowing smile arouses him; her knowing smile cuts me at the knees. He steps inside. The fog claims him; claims them. Water splattering the door as I watch. Beaded bodies through beaded glass. That smack.

That wet smack.

The man is anxious, too anxious. My wife is not pleased.

She ends him.

***

Months.

It has been months since my wife has been mine.

I have lost much sleep wondering how; I have lost much sleep wondering why.

I hear her, the same way I hear her every night; night after night. Her voice echoing down the hall; her voice echoing down my spine. Sweet as ever; suggestive as ever. She does not come out of the shower anymore.

Not anymore.

Tonight as she turns the water on, I imagine her perfect body moving through it. I imagine the water sluicing over her skin. She likes the water hot; she always did. Hot water; hot flesh. It disguises the cold, clammy death she has become.

I hear her calling.

Calling.

But she is not my wife. Not anymore.

I pull the covers over my head; she croons to me.

please

pleeeeeease

I no longer trust who she is; I no longer trust what she has become. I know that if I enter the shower, I am lost.

I will get through this night, somehow. I will get through.

When the doorbell rings tomorrow, I will feed her again.

Even as that wet smack drives me mad.
~ Joseph A. Pinto

© Copyright 2015 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

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16 thoughts on “IT DRIVES ME MAD

  1. Dead Donovan says:

    What a good husband to feed his wife! Excellent story.

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Thank you very much! It’s hard to find doting husbands nowadays lol I appreciate your support!

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Thank you very much, Nina! 🙂

  2. tabbicat7 says:

    I really enjoyed this story! Nothing like having a good husband. 🙂

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Thanks very much, Tabitha! Sometimes you’re better off agreeing with what your spouse wants lol 😉 Appreciate the kind words; make sure you keep coming back lol 🙂

      1. tabbicat7 says:

        Of course!! 😊

  3. Another great bit of work, my brother!

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Thank you very much, Chris! *bows humbly*

  4. Hunter Shea says:

    You and your romantic comedies. 😉 Great work, Joe.

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      lmao Yes, I do have a way to make people laugh 😉 Much appreciated, Hunter! 🙂

  5. ramonawray says:

    The vigor in your writing! Very nicely done, yet again 🙂

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Hi Ramona! Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂

  6. maureenrose7 says:

    (gulp) that was soo good….

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      thank you very much, Maureen! 🙂

      1. maureenrose7 says:

        Sure thing Joseph! I look forward to reading more of yours! 🙂

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