Games You Can Play With the Dead
Issue 108 Fiction Poetry Nonfiction Art + Photography Film Music Books For Creators more
 Marion de Booy Wentzien
 Marion de Booy Wentzien
Games You Can Play With the Dead
by Marion de Booy Wentzien  FollowFollow
Marion de Booy Wentzien married the first guy she dated and they've been together 56 Years. She's sold over 50 literary stories and won the more Syndicated Fiction Award (twice) and The New Letters Literary Award.
More work by Marion de Booy Wentzien:
Games You Can Play With the Dead
879 3 2 1shareShare

Games You Can Play With the Dead

After he left, she started chopping him up.

There were fifty-five pictures in the photo album. Two large engagement photos in the bedroom. Those she left. It was too hard to destroy the dream of them.

She began with a date photo where they were by the Pacific, arms linked. Soon she was holding hands with a headless body. Behind them the ocean shined blue and slightly dangerous.

            They'd been standing on rocks near a faded sign that warned of rogue waves. A rogue bitch had grabbed him six years later.  In San Francisco's Bay to Breakers marathon he met another runner and pretty soon they were running everywhere together.

            Tears were threatening. She took a Xanax with a quick sip of diet cola. Waiting for calm, she sobbed loudly and cut larger sections from his body. 

Off went a tan arm holding her.

Snip, two powerful legs in front of a backdrop of yellow disappeared, the lower part of his shorts went too. Yosemite. She'd been so happy. Even now she could remember the feel of their love, the solidness of it competing with the rock behind him, a scraggly pine growing from its center.

            Next was an old photo of him and his mother and dad in a Tijuana restaurant. He looked about twelve. She studied it through a wobbling scrim of tears. Already his brown eyes look sneaky, his smile less sure. This time she carefully cut out just his eyes. Then she cut out his mother's eyes and placed his eyes where hers had been. It was exciting and creepy at the same time. She felt a little shame; she'd liked his mom.

She was so intent on what she was doing that two hours passed. By then she had a tiny hill of eyes.

            She searched through magazines, looking for faces in ads or pictures that roughly matched the size that would fit the eyes. Carefully she cut out pictures, removed eyes with the skill of a scissor surgeon. She took some blank computer paper, hunted throughout the condo for glue, glue so old she had to run the top under hot water to unseal it. Then she glued a picture to the paper and put his eyes in. When she put his eyes, squinting against the sun in Barbados, into the tiny face of a beer ad bullterrier, she laughed, dimly aware that she was going to live.

Also by Marion de Booy Wentzien



  9 months ago
Disturbing and comforting

Join Red Fez

Start your adventure

By signing up you agree to our Terms and Privacy Policy.
Already a member? Log in

Log in

Continue your adventures