Flash Fiction: Til Death Do Us Part



Til Death Do Us Part

By Sami A. Abrams

An eerie silence surrounded me. The hot muggy air caused sweat to trickle down my back. It was still early, and no one was out and about yet. Gravel crunched under my boots, and the musty smell of hay tickled my nose. I made my way down the path from the fairground parking lot to the horse barn. The ring on my left hand glittered in the rising sun. Michael’s words continue to hum in my ears. “Maggie, will you marry me?” I still can’t believe it. We’ve been married for two days now. He’d come in and snatched my heart. My head spun. I wrapped my arms around myself, a smile tugging at my lips. Michael my handsome bull rider.

“Aaron?” Sheila’s high pitch voice sent chills up my spine.

“What’s wrong?”

Michael’s mother, Sheila, grabbed my arms. Her eyes wide. “Have you seen Aaron?”

“No.”

“He wasn’t in the trailer when I woke up this morning. I’ve looked through the cattle barn. He loves to watch the calves, but he wasn’t there...Maggie, he’s not here.”

“We’ll find him.” I pulled Sheila into a tight hug. “I know the horse barn is locked, but Michael volunteered to stand guard this morning. Let’s see if Aaron’s with him.”

The cowboys were taking turns keeping an eye on the horse barn ever since equipment had gone missing. Cowboys and their equipment were not to be messed with.

The echo of two gunshots sliced through the air. My head jerked toward the horse barn. My heart skipping as I raced to the barn. Toward my husband. Toward danger.


My hand shook as I pulled the unlatched door open. The smell of gunpowder lingered in the air. Horses whinnied and metal clanked as they pulled on their halters. My boots clicked on the concrete floor as I made my way from stall to stall.

A scream pierced the air. I slammed my hands to my ears, but it didn’t help. The scream was mine. My breath quickened. Dizziness swarmed over me. My knees hit the hard floor, and I grabbed at my heart as sobs escaped my lips.

Michael lay in a heap in the corner of the stall. Red oozed from his chest. His handgun lay in the straw bedding a couple feet from his body.

A man’s boots caught my attention. I pulled my eyes from Michael and shifted my gaze to the boots. I scanned up the man’s jean clad legs, to his black shirt, then to the man’s neck. A hole had ripped through his throat. Blood pooled under his head. I forced myself to focus on his eyes. His hollow stare at the ceiling sent shivers up my back. Death screamed back at me. Nothing would save this man. Death had already taken its victim. Had it taken Michael too?

My heart pounded as I looked back at Michael. Was he alive? I rushed over and knelt next to him. My fingers pressed into the artery of his neck. He had a pulse. Oh, thank you, Lord. I fumbled for my cell phone and dialed 911.

My eyes narrowed as I spotted a little hand protruding from under Michael’s body.

Oh no. Aaron.

“Aaron.” My voice echoed through the barn.

I bent down and with my hands under Michael’s arms, I lifted. My shoulders quivered as I eased him off Aaron’s little body. Both lay lifeless.

Tears burned my eyes. When would the ambulance get here?

“Nooooo.” Sheila’s plea broke through my shock.

This couldn’t be happening.

***


Two days ago I stood at the rodeo arena. My knee bent and boot tucked in one of the arena gates. I leaned on my folded arms over the top rung and gazed into the morning light. The sun had begun to rise over the horizon. The purple, pink, and yellow hues mesmerized me. A smile crept up on my lips as my thoughts drifted to Michael. I had known him for a few years, but until three weeks ago, he had been just a friend and one of the crazy bull riders on the rodeo circuit. I chuckled and shook my head. What he does may be crazy, but he is amazing at his job. Fear and respect mingled together.

I inhaled. What a few weeks it had been. I’d spent every possible minute with him, and there was no doubt in my mind he was the man for me. But, something sad laid behind those brown eyes of his. I wished he’d talk to me. One thing I couldn’t handle was someone concealing the truth. My forehead pinched together. I’d been betrayed once, and it had torn me apart. I wouldn’t do that again. Get a grip, Maggie. Give him time. I closed my eyes. Lord, don’t let me get hurt again. I don’t think I can take it.

The clomping of boots across the dirt brought me out of my reverie. Michael tucked his booted toe in the rung of the gate and slid his arm around my waist.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” He tipped his cowboy hat back further on his head.

I leaned into his shoulder. “Hi back at ya.”

“Maggie, I’ve been thinking.”

Oh no, that’s never good. I tensed.

He chuckled. “No, Maggie, I’m not breaking up with you.”

Could he read my mind? My heart flipped. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Okay. That’s good.”


Michael turned me to face him and cupped my chin. He leaned in and feathered a kiss across my lips. My eyes closed as he took the kiss deeper. An electric pulse shot through my limbs. How could he do this to me with just a kiss?

Breathless, he pulled away. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling the world turn upside down.

His forehead on mine, his brown eyes to my blue, I searched into his soul. Love seeped out. Except for that one sad spot deep within him.

“Come on, Maggie, let’s go for a walk.” He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine.

He led me away from the arena toward the nearby park. The birds chirped and the occasional whinny of the horses broke the silence of the early morning. My fingers touched my lips.

“Maggie…” Michael rubbed his chin. “I know we’ve only been dating for a few weeks, but we’ve been friends for years now.” His grip tightened on my hand. “I know you don’t like secrets, and I understand why.”

I looked at the ground. What could I say? The man I thought I’d loved had deceived me.

Michael continued. “So, there’s something I need to tell you.”

No. Please no. Don’t break my heart.

“There are only a few people who know this.” He tipped his hat back and scratched his head.

His brown eyes drooped. I peered up at him and my heart sank.

“A little over three years ago, I dated a woman named Rachel. She had a four-year-old son. We were happy together. I thought she might be the one. But she struggled with my job as a bull rider.” He stopped. His gaze far away.

I squeezed his hand. “Go on.”

He shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts.

“One night we got into an argument. She wanted me to quit.” He sighed. “I couldn’t do that.”

I smiled. No. He couldn’t quit. Bull riding wasn’t what he did, it was a part of who he was.

“She stormed out of her house in tears. Said she needed to go for a walk to think about whether or not she could stay with me.”

He turned his face and pulled away.

My chest tightened.

He took a deep breath. “She was hit by a car and killed that night.” His eyes closed. “Her son had lost his mother because of our fight. The guilt still rips me apart inside.”

“Michael, her death isn’t your fault.”

“Well, it sure feels like it.”

I ran my hand down his arm to his hand and laced my fingers with his. “I’m sorry, Michael.”

“Rachel didn’t have any family. I think maybe that’s why she couldn’t deal with the risks I take. Anyway, I was with her son that night. Since it was my fault—”

“Michael.”

He held up his hand. “I vowed he’d have someone to love and take care of him. I knew my parents had always wanted another child. So, I went to them and told them what happened. They, of course, were more than willing to raise her son. Maggie…Aaron is Rachel’s son. ”

The air left my lungs.

“Breathe, honey. Breathe.”

Michael’s words ricochet in my mind. Aaron is his dead girlfriend’s son. How can I compete with a ghost? It was obvious he still cared about her. But, the constant reminder with her son in Michael’s life? No wonder they had such a bond. How could I have missed there was something more between them?

“I’m not sure what to say…Rachel’s son? Wow.”

“Maggie, I needed you to know. If this…” He pointed back and forth between us. “Is going anywhere permanent, you had to know. No secrets, remember?”

I nodded. He’d opened up about his guilt, but could I get past Rachel being a part of his life forever?

“I had to tell you. Because if I didn’t tell you that, I couldn’t ask you this…” He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to face me.


“Maggie, I know we’ve only dated a short time, but we’ve been friends for a couple of years. I feel like my world has finally come into place with you in my life. I don’t ever want to be without you.”

Michael dropped to one knee. He pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it. A one-carat diamond solitaire winked back at me. “Maggie Elizabeth Parker, will you marry me?”

My hand flew to my mouth. I stared into his eyes. “Michael, what about Rachel? You still love her. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Aw, Maggie. Looking back, we never had a future together. Yes, my heart hurts and I feel guilt over what happened, but I never loved her the way I love you. I would give up anything for you, even the rodeo circuit. I love you, Maggie.”

I blinked back tears. He’d give up anything for me? I swallowed. He loved me. Only me. I didn’t have to compete with a memory. Was I crazy to say yes? I sucked in a breath. “Yes. Yes, Michael, I’ll marry you.”

He stood, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me breathless. “Today.”

“What?”

“Marry me today.”

What was I thinking? This was nuts. “Okay.”

“Let’s go.”

“Where?

“The courthouse.”


I giggled as he swung me around. Like two little kids with a bowl of candy, we took off to seal our love for each other.

The reveal of his secret, our wedding, and our new life together. My dreams had come true.

***

The antiseptic smell of the hospital assaulted my nose. My boots clicked up and down the hallway. Sheila had stayed with Aaron. He’d suffered a concussion but didn’t have any other injuries. The officers told us Michael’s actions had protected Aaron from the gunman. Of course, he had. Would Aaron feel the same guilt if Michael died?

No, I’m not going here. Michael wouldn’t die. He had to survive.

Lord, please don’t take him from me. Tears stung my eyes. I’d said Til death do us part in my vows, but this was too soon. Two days wasn’t enough time. I wanted a lifetime together.

My legs couldn’t hold me anymore. I slid down the wall and sobbed into my hands.

Why was Aaron in the horse barn? What did the man with the gun want? Why did Michael have to be shot? So many questions, but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted Michael back.

Forty-eight hours later I sat at his bedside. His face sunken and pale. Monitors hummed, breaking the silence in the room. I held his hand and laid my head next to him on the bed. He was still with me. I’d take every moment I could get.

A whispered voice met my ears. Michael.

“Heaven is beautiful.” The breathy words hung in the room.

“Michael, please stay with me.” My tears dropped on our hands.

“I’m here, honey.” He tried to lick his dry lips.

“Please don’t go. I need you.”

He weakly squeezed my hand and whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. Someday my place will be in heaven, but right now, it’s with you.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV) To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

About the Author


Sami A. Abrams is from N. California where she lives with her husband and two cats. She is a teacher and an aspiring writer of Christian Romance and Romantic Suspense. Sami’s writes two types of flash fiction for a college Bible study group. She writes love stories and stories dealing with different types of trauma. Sami is a 2017 Genesis Finalist. When she isn't writing, Sami enjoys watching sports and spending time with family.

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