Behind Closed Doors

by B.A. Paris

The bubbles dance in my mouth and I feel a sudden flash of happiness, which I try to hang on to. But it disappears as quickly as it came.

He made me feel special, cherished and, best of all, he adored Millie.

The door opens and he stands in the doorway, my handsome, psychopathic husband.

He is so clever, so very clever. Everything I have ever told him, he has used against me.

And afterwards, as he drank in the sound of her fear and breathed in the smell of it, he wished he could keep her there for eternity.

The worst thing about these small forays into normality was the hope they gave me, because in public Jack reverted to the man I had fallen in love with.

I can’t help thinking it’s a shame he’s such a sadistic bastard, because he has wonderful manners.

In her mind, where the line between fact and fiction is often blurred, murder is simply a solution to a problem.