For years Vlad had studied her full lips and watched her figure swaying alluring, teasing, arousing him. But she never saw him there, faithfully pining away, withering, starved of love. He would have borne it if she remained alone, her heart unattached, untaken. But she hadn’t. She fell for the other man.
Seeing them in love, it broke him so he broke her in turn; her and the other man. How they had screamed! But now Vlad was even more desperate. His handiwork, which had seemed ingenious at first, had sealed their fate to remain forever encased together and him alone, watching.
Vlad wouldn’t have that. He loved her too much to share.
With a chisel for remodelling, a doctor for scraping and a towel to wipe away the blood not yet dried up, Vlad set to work. Piece by piece he cut her loose. The remnants of the unwanted figure he burned. The smell of flesh sweetened Vlad’s efforts. One figure remained; hers. Vlad sculpted and moulded and then stepped back and beheld her.
Her arms were spread, beckoning. Her lips were smiling, inviting. And her figure was unchanged, as alluring as ever. Vlad’s own lips smiled. He moved towards her, placed his head on her shoulder and his body within her arms.
Now she was truly his.
This morning Trifecta gave us the word ‘Doctor’. I am ashamed to say but I have never heard or read the word used in the meaning given, that is:
a : material added (as to food) to produce a desired effect
b : a blade (as of metal) for spreading a coating or scraping a surface
So I scoured my brain, chewed my nails and bit my lips. I did that all day really, until I remembered a story I did for a Friday Fictioneers challenge some weeks back. I thought that this kind of ‘doctor’ would fit in quite well if I extended the story a little bit and stretched my imagination further.
And here it is. The first 1oo words belong to Friday Fictioneers. The second 119 words belong to Trifecta. And technically, all 219 that make the total, are yours to enjoy, critisise, and decipher.