Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are again supplied by Delores and can be found here.
This week's words are: 

1. perfume
2. blanket
3. blue
4. market
5. voltage
6. feline

and/or:

1. exotic
2. throttle
3. oven
4. comprehend
5. toss
6. trespass

Here is my story:

How long had it been since that day at the market? She no longer knew. She barely remembered buying the new high voltage battery he’d wanted for the generator, also a new baking dish, hoping it would fit in the old wood fired oven.

Since then, every day was a blur, a dream like state she didn’t seem to be able to wake from. At night she would toss and turn, then the nightmare would begin again. Rising from the bed, she would pick up the blue blanket from the floor where it had been thrown. 

Once a favoured cover for their bed, it now smelt vaguely of the exotic perfume worn by that hussy, who, with feline stealth, had dared to trespass in her house. In her bed.

She could not comprehend how this had happened. 

That day, returning from the market, and finding the hussy's clothes strewn upon the stairs, she had wanted to throttle him for allowing it to happen, but as her rage built, she climbed the stairs to their bedroom with the bread knife in her hands. As they slept, closely entwined, she stabbed and stabbed, until her rage subsided and grief and exhaustion took over. 

She'd slept then, with them. 

In the bed, in the blood. 

And every morning since, with her mind broken, she would again rise from the bed, pick up the blue blanket, and holding it, wonder why it smelt vaguely of that exotic perfume.

She never looked back towards the bed, where the bodies still lay.