Dvorak's Living Hell, Part I
The new maid, Jo, walked out onto the deck,
Seeing the reclined form of Eric Dvorak.
He stretched out in the sun,
oblivious to everyone,
then leapt up quick, stiffness in his back.
Eric then stared up at a high window,
way up on the second floor did his gaze go.
Anger made his face a cloud,
he roared it all out loud,
screaming,”Cheating *****! I’ll lay you low!”
He tore up the mansion at a sprint,
she followed quickly when he did.
She didn’t see what Eric saw,
but she knew something was wrong.
When she caught up she was out of wind.
Eric stood in the door, onlooking,
anyone could see the fury in him cooking,
He cried,”I’ll show you both!”
Then into the room did go,
the maid walked up and she saw nothing...
Eric waited in the middle of a bedroom.
The rage was gone, but he wasn’t looking good.
From his face to his veins,
he was a pulsing mass of pain.
He slumped against the bed’s old hardwood.
Now the old maid Ellie came up near them,
and said to her,”Leave him alone now, friend.
None of this seems quite right,
But I’ll explain to you outside.”
So they went down to the backyard fence.
They settled in the shade near the fig,
and Ellie took a bit to puff an e-cig.
She turned and said to her,
“I trust you not to say a word.
Or the outside world will come and start to dig.”
Ellie looked nervous, but then continued on,
“Eric once has a wife he doted upon.
But once while sitting outside,
he saw two shadows in a window high,
and rushed upstairs, fearing something wrong....
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017