Welcome to Wordy Wednesdays! As promised, here is Part Three of Five of my new short story, “TEN”. Stay tuned as I release a new part of the story every week!

If you missed previous parts of the story, you can find them at the links below. Enjoy! 🙂

Previous parts of the story:

Part One

Part Two

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Outside

Kyra left the building where Dr. Martinson’s office had been for the last ten years of her life. Coming there every Thursday afternoon had truly taught her a lot about the human mind. The doctor was nothing but a guinea pig for Kyra.

Looking both ways before she crossed the street, Kyra trotted across and stopped in front of her car. The late model Honda was perfect for the young woman. Black with tinted windows, it looked just like every fourth car driving down any random street in her town. There were no identifying marks or stickers, no vanity plates and she always drove the speed limit.

Opening her car with the key fob, Kyra slipped into the driver’s seat and put her seat belt on. Raising her hand to turn on her radio, she spied another scrap of paper sticking out of the CD slot. Plucking it from her stereo, she read the message, “Now is the time for action.”

Turning on the stereo, she discovered she had just a few minutes to get over to Center Street before the traffic cam would switch over to traffic on the bridge.

Kyra drove down to the stop sign at the end of the street and executed a right hand turn onto Denver Street. Driving exactly the posted speed limit, Kyra listened to the traffic as she drove sedately down Denver to the intersection of Denver and Center. Glancing in her rear view mirror, she could see the van approaching from behind and smiled. Sliding her sunglasses on, she grinned and revved her engine. The van revved back. He was ready.

Just as the traffic cam announced the congestion forming on Center Street, Kyra gunned her engine and peeled out into traffic in front of an empty school bus. The white van followed suit. The two cars were obviously in hot pursuit and the traffic reporter didn’t miss a beat.

As the eye in the sky excitedly began telling listeners about a high speed chase occurring south bound on Center street, Kyra weaved expertly in and out of traffic, knowing from research that the news camera could not see her license plate. Making a sharp left onto Lexington Avenue, Kyra pulled into an open garage and pushed the button to shut the door. Seconds later, she could hear the van whizzing by outside the garage. The traffic reporter sounded puzzled as he said the van was still in his sights, but the little black car had vanished.

Kyra smiled, put her car in park and opened the door. Grabbing her bag from the trunk, she locked the vehicle and exited through the small door in the corner of the room. Her heels clicked sharply as she entered a long hallway. Opening the fifth door on the left, she dropped the bag on the floor, turned and looked at the camera in the corner and removed her sunglasses.

“Mission accomplished.” She said, winking at the camera.

The only other door in the room opened and a woman entered, smiling.

“Excellent work.” She air kissed in Kyra’s direction and made to pick up the bag from the floor.

Kyra placed her foot on the strap.

“What are you doing?” The woman straightened and looked Kyra in the face.

“I’m not doing anything.” Kyra smiled devilishly.

“You are stepping on the strap, Darling. Why are you doing that?”

“Maybe I want to see you bend over again.” Kyra hiked an eyebrow at the other woman, “Darling.”

The other woman laughed. “Of course you do. I have a magnificent bum.”

The woman winked, bent over dramatically pointing her rear end in Kyra’s direction and grabbed the case.

Kyra, feeling cheeky, grabbed a hand full of the woman’s shapely bottom and squeezed.

The woman squealed and Kyra, taking her cue, bent over her back and whispered in her ear.

“If you liked that, you’re gonna love this.”

Leaning back, Kyra replaced her hand with her foot on the other woman’s bottom. Giving the prone female a firm shove, Kyra’s opponent pitched head first onto the floor. Swiftly bending down, Kyra grabbed the bag’s strap and exited via the door the woman had come through.

As the door slammed shut behind her, she could hear the woman cursing.

Welcome to Wordy Wednesdays! As promised, here is Part Two of Five of my new short story, “TEN”. Stay tuned as I release a new part of the story every week!

If you missed it, you can find Part One HERE. Enjoy! 🙂

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Doctor’s Office

“Tell me something that even those closest to you don’t know, Kyra.”

Kyra looked at her psychiatrist and didn’t say a word. Blinking slowly, she processed the question.

“Kyra?” The woman peered at her over her half-glasses, her milky gray eyes blinking. “Did you hear the question, Kyra?”

Making a decision quickly, Kyra’s lips formed a lop-sided grin.

“Yes, Dr. Martinson, I heard the question.” Committing to her decision, Kyra leaned back on the white leather sofa and crossed her legs. Joining her hands on her slim knees, she bounced her leg so her anklet jingled gently. “The real question, Doctor, is whether you want the answer or not.”

“Kyra.” Dr. Joy Martinson laid her pad and pen aside and looked her patient in the eyes. “We don’t play games here. You know that. Answer the question please.”

Kyra’s eyes landed on the table underneath the doctor’s writing pad. Another scrap of paper could be seen protruding from under the writing pad. Kyra watched her doctor’s face and smiled, her red lips curving gracefully.

“Alright, Doctor. But I think I’ll need some tissues.” Her grin widened and her index finger tapped slowly on her leg. Kyra brushed her straight dark hair from her shoulder.

“Very well.” Dr. Martinson turned to grab her box of tissues and Kyra quickly snagged the piece of paper from under the doctor’s pad. In the same red script, the message read, “A surprise awaits you in the near future.”

Slipping the paper in her purse to join the first one, Kyra began to speak, “When I was five, my cat went missing.”

“Yes, you told me. Fluffy, right?” The doctor put the box of tissues on the table in front of Kyra.

“Yes. Fluffy was the first.”

“First?”

“Yes, when the fifth cat disappeared, my parents finally suspected where they were really going.”

Silence stretched in the room. Without breaking eye contact, Dr. Martinson picked up her pad and pen from the table and adjusted her glasses.

“What happened to all the cats, Kyra?”

Without skipping a beat, Kyra leaned forward. “I skinned them, Doctor.”

The good doctor blinked. “You skinned them?”

“Yes.” Kyra said calmly. “I skinned them.”

Dr. Martinson had heard this from young people before. Kyra was trying to shock her. The doctor knew how to solve this one.

“Ok, Kyra. Tell me about skinning the cats. What did you use to skin them? Did you kill them first or skin them alive?”

The doctor, satisfied with herself, sat back in her chair and waited for Kyra to back down from her challenge.

Kyra’s smile didn’t even come close to reaching her emerald green eyes. Dr. Martinson felt a chill run down her spine and shivered despite the warmth of the room.

“The first cat was already dead and I filleted it with my Father’s fishing knife. The second cat I smashed over the head with a rock before I skinned it with the same fishing knife. For the third cat, I had purchased my own fillet knife off the Internet. I skinned it halfway while it was still alive and then it died. I finished skinning it after it died. The fourth cat, I disemboweled and gutted while it was still alive but I was disappointed that it died before I got to skin it. I skinned it anyway. By the time I got the fifth cat, I knew what I had to do. I sliced it open slowly, pushing my bare hands inside her belly. I loved the feeling of her warm insides all over my hand. I wiggled my fingers, finding her heart and massaged it to keep her alive, just like I had read about. I skinned her slowly, keeping her open so I could massage her heart from time to time while I finished the job. When I was done, she was flayed and her guts were intact, but exposed to the air. It was a success.”

Kyra sat perfectly still, enjoying the terror that slowly filled her doctor’s eyes. She let a few seconds pass before she whispered, “Well, Doctor? Am I making it up?”

The session timer chimed and without another word, Kyra gathered her purse and left.

Welcome to Wordy Wednesdays! As promised, here is Part One of Five of my new short story, “TEN”. Stay tuned as I release a new part of the story every week! Enjoy! 🙂

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Waiting Room

Kyra Marin entered the waiting room. Closing the door softly behind her, she sat in her normal chair and picked up a magazine. She was the only one in the drab room. The couch across from her was a dull maroon color and looked as if it had been there for more years than she had been alive. The chair she sat in was wood with a green cushion, her favorite color. The tree in the corner looked like it was about to give up the fight and other chairs in the room had definitely seen better days.

The corner tables held mismatched lamps with low light and the overhead light was also of low wattage, lending a pale illumination to the room. Above the couch was a huge painting of a lake scene with the colors blurred together as if the artist didn’t have their glasses on. Kyra snickered and turned to her magazine.

The magazine she held was a fashion magazine with a skinny, blond model on the cover. Kyra rolled her eyes at the model and read the cover to see if the articles inside might be of interest. ‘How to Please Your Man’. Gag. ‘Better Hair in 5 Steps’. Barf. ‘10 Slimming Outfits on a Budget’. Double Barf. Seeing nothing that she was interested in, Kyra leaned forward to replace the magazine on the table and get another one. As she tossed the reading material on the table, a corner of a piece of paper protruded from the edge closest to her.

Glancing around to make sure no one had entered the room while she wasn’t paying attention, Kyra grabbed the corner of paper in her fingers and tugged. It was a tiny slip of paper with red writing in a flowery script. Kyra brought the paper closer and read the message.

Kyra’s eyes narrowed as she read the paper. “Your secret is not for you alone.”

She tucked the piece of paper into her purse and nodded to herself. Fine. It was time to take the plan to completion. She was ready.

Grabbing another magazine from the table, Kyra sat back and flipped through it while she waited for her turn with the doctor. Pausing on every other page, pretending to read the articles, Kyra prepared herself for what she must do. Years of therapy with the doctor were finally going to pay off. She knew all the details of the plan and the doctor played a huge part. Kyra needed to be careful in order to pull off her part of the action.

The office door opened and Dr. Martinson stood looking down at her.

“Hello, Kyra.” Dr. Martinson was an older woman. She always dressed in a business suit with a skirt and jacket. She always wore pearls on her neck and ears and she always wore black pumps. The doctor smiled at her and motioned her into the office with her left hand while holding it open with her right. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

Kyra tossed the magazine on the table with the others and preceded the doctor into her office. Following Kyra inside, Dr. Martinson closed the door with a solid push and took her place in the chair across from Kyra on the couch.