Memento Mori by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Short Stories, Anthologies
Goodreads: 33980485
Publisher: Digital Horror Fiction
Published: 2017-01-23T00:00:00+00:00

I didn’t come straight home, opting to stop at a local convenience store for a black coffee first. The night has been long, and I need the boost. I walk up to my modest home, with the white picket fence and the porch that extends the length of the front façade. My key glides into the lock of the generic front door and allows me entry into my living room. I throw my keys down and head to a room near the back of the house. It is an odd room; it has no windows upon the walls.

It is my favorite room.

I turn on the light and adjust my eyes to the bright red walls. My desk sits dead center, and two of the four walls are adorned with floor-to-ceiling bookcases. The other two walls, the ones in front of and behind the desk, are plain, with only the paint upon them.

I sit in my chair and open the top drawer of my desk, where a clean jar awaits Olivia’s heart. Within is a fresh formaldehyde bath. Before placing the heart within, I place a gentle kiss upon the muscle and whisper my appreciation for joining the cause. Although she cannot speak, I know that she thanks me for my support.

I look at my watch and notice that it is much later than I thought. Luckily, I do not have to work tomorrow. The mail does not run on Sundays. Still, I am not tired. So, I place Olivia on the shelves to my right with all the others like her. She seems to be right at home. I wish them all a gratuitous goodnight and flip off the light.

I am a little wired from the excitement, so I head next door to the pub. The place is empty, except for Tina the bartender. She smiles as I sit on the stool and order a hoppy dark beer. She gives me something new, and the brew dances on my tongue. She asks how my night has been and I tell her it was good, sparing the details. She decides to share her story with me. She hates being chained to the bar, forced to serve drinks to those that give her orders. She feels like a slave to the patrons, granting their every alcoholic wish. She excludes me of course, because she wants me to give a decent tip. Of course I oblige with a twenty and she keeps the drinks coming. In my head I decide that I will continue to visit her, to see if she really wants to be freed. Then, when the time comes I will oblige her desire.

I think her and Olivia will get along well.

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