BLACK WIDOW - part 1, a short story by natureho. Date added: 2010-12-02. Times viewed: 1576.
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- Intro: Beauty intermingled with vile cures.
Topic: Beauty intermingled with vile cures.
F2-1 Awful Trial in Jail
The jail is small, dark, dim and cold. And air is filled with chocking smoke. One spotlight is hanging in the ceiling. The light is like the spider web completely tightly covers Cicily Eastman who is seating in the center of the jail.
Cicily Eastman, slim and beautiful, is a cripple woman. Under the strong shining of spotlight, she looks like as dead as white paper and wearily tired and pitiful completely. Seeing the poor woman in the dirty awful prison of the jail, anyone will become pity and love her very much.
Lieutenant Charles Taylor and Hunter Gold, holding cigarette in their mouth, fiercely interrogate her about the death of her three husbands. And yell, shout, slap the table and throw the documents to try to make Cicily confess the whole truth. But has been questioned by these harsh trials, Cicily does not speak out one word.
She just quietly sits on the chair in the room. Maybe the room is as hot as burning volcano. She seemly lost her consciousness her sense and her mind. She is like a dead dizzy doll without any reaction, exception her oxy dull eyes fixing on the documents in the table, and out of spirits reminiscent as one lost in a dream….
F2-2 Funny Wedding
The sound of wedding music is playing in the church of small town, Maple Grove. There has been laudable wedding ceremony. Stone Weston, bridegroom is holding the cripple bride, Cicily, and happily walking into the church.
Frankly the bride, except cripple, is so young, so tame, so well, so lovely, so engaging as a beautiful, elegant angel. Anyone, watching the weak bride, will want to love her, to marry her and to be her protector.
Unfortunately now the protector is a strong, short, dark, rude scoundrel, Stone Weston. When he and elegant bride walk into the church, the picture of marriage seems to become very ridiculous, funny and ironical.
Maybe everyone is too happy to notice whether the wedding picture is ridiculous or ironical or completely funny or unsuitable. Hitherto, the marriage is proceeding under the noisy, laughing situation….
In the first night of honeymoon, Stone got drunken in the restaurant and was clumsily staggering to the home and up and down into the bedroom. [Honey, are you happy of our wedding?]
Cicily was gratified and would soon have shown no want of words. And Stone jumps into the bed to kiss Cicily.
[I’m tired and want to sleep] Cicily avoiding Stone’s kiss, says, in a low, but very feeling tone.
[Sweet heart, I love you, honey, honey… ]Disregarding bride’s refuse, Stone violently grasps her arm and embraces her body and kisses her.
Suddenly Stone’s strong smell of alcohol is horrible stink which makes Cicily disgust to vomit. She quickly gets up and goes to the restroom. But Stone, like flier touch sugar, grab Cicily tightly. He embraces her, kisses her and takes her clothes out violently.
F2-3 Horrible Wedding Night
[Stop, stop, you hurt me, darling.] Cicily runs to the door and watches the raining night out of the window.
[Hey, I’m just ape to be with you as intimate as the way of husband and wife.] Stone is very impertinent to touch Cicily.
[But I don’t want it tonight.] Stone’s impertinence offends Cicily.
[Why not? Don’t you love me?] Stone suspects and peers at Cicily.
[Did you regret to marry me?] Stone angers a little.
[No, no…I just don’t like your way of ‘making love’.]Cicily tries to explain.
[Is it not the way of making love of husband and wife?]Stone confuses.
[But you you’re too rude and too violent. And hurt me dreadfully…]Cicily dislikes Stone’s rudeness.
[All right, I’ll improve my way and try to tender to you. Okay?]Stone intends to close to Cicily.
[…………………………………….] Cicily resists.
[Come on, let’s sleep. It’s midnight and very late.]
By the warmly plea of husband, Cicily slowly walks to the bed. Suddenly one strong hand grips her shoulder and hurls her whole body into the bed.
[Please, don’t. You hurt me.] Cicily struggles and tries to get away the husband’s fiercely rape. But Stone’s big body likes giant eagle cover small chicken is completely pressing her. It’s impossible for Cicily to escape.
[No, no, it’s too painful… I, I don’t want to…]Cicily struggles.
[Honey, you will enjoy it and love it later.] The hot desire of sexual intercourse has been afire with carnal lusts burns the man’s body. Stone doesn’t care whether Cicily likes it or not. He is as hungry as eagle of tearing small chicken's clothes, biting her, slapping her and raping her….
F2-4 Cop’s Ridiculous Request
[Slap!] Lots of papers bump on the table and awakes Cicily’s nightmare. She got awfully shock.
[Wake up, girl. I ask you. Why do you kill your husband? Speak. Speak speak! ] Lieutenant Charles Taylor shouts to Cicily.
[No, no, I did not kill Stone. I… He was slain by other guy...] The shout of lieutenant Charles Taylor frightens Cicily. Cicily spontaneously rejects his request.
Charles threw out another documents [You know this guy?]
Watching one picture in the documents, Cicily recognizes. [He, he kills Stone Weston.]
[You say Anderson Scott killed Stone Weston. Then who kill Anderson Scott and Max Forster, and Max’s wife?] Lieutenant Charles got confusion totally and shouts several questions. [And what is the relationship between you and these three guys?][And how is your store in 5th street…]
Hearing the store in 5th street, Cicily suddenly becomes bright up and her eyes open largely. She is going to speak out. But something seems abruptly to chock her throat. She immediately closes her mouth again and falls into the wave of memory. The store, male clothes store where alter her disastrous life completely. Out there she finds the real love, richness, the faith of new life and everything she dreams….
One mad woman walks along the road quietly. [I love my home and I love my daughter…]
Suddenly she jumps, jumps and jumps into the center of the road. Then stops at the cross and shouts to each driver in the road. [I don’t like you, I don’t love you, I don’t love any man either…]
F2-5 New Life New City
Noisy downtown and streets crowd a lot of people and cars in the city. Men in flawless top-coats, high hats, and silver-headed walking sticks elbowed near and looked too often into conscious eyes. Ladies rustled by in dresses of stiff cloth, shedding affected smiles and perfume, among them the sprinkling of goodness and the heavy percentage of vice. The rouged and powdered cheeks and lips, the scented hair, the large, misty, and languorous eye, were common enough. With a start you can find that it is in fashion’s paradise, on parade in a show place – and such a show place! Jewelry’s windows gleamed along the path with remarkable frequency. Florist shops, furriers, haberdashers, confectioners – all followed in rapid succession. The street was full of cars. Pompous doormen in immense coats, shiny brass belts and buttons, waited in front of expensive salesrooms. Doormen in tan boots, white tights, and blue jackets waited obsequiously for the mistresses of cars who were shopping inside. The whole street bore the flavor of riches and show. It is the shopping time. And many stores are full of many guests. But people just take a look and pass by and do not buy any merchandise.
Many stores in the 5th streets do not have many buyers, except one where is always filling with many clients all day long. It’s Cicily’s store, Cicily’s Man Suits Store. It’s hard to understand why her store always crowded with lots of customers.
But, if watching the store for a while, you can find out the clue. The boss, Cicily Eastman, has strange magic to induce any guests to walk into her store. Whenever any gentlemen pass by the 5th street, Cicly always has method to let them enter her store to look around, to chat, to drink a couple of coffee and to buy something in the end….
And many men are flattering and haunting the cripple, single woman all day long. How mystic and charming she is.
Actually Cicily has the specialty of making business. She is young, lovely, sweet, beautiful and generous to attract to tempt man’s attention and interest. That’s why many men like to see her, to chat with her, to flatter her and to stay in her store.
F2-6 Lovely Guy
[Miss… Excuse me. May I ask how much of that gray overcoat ? Miss…] Anderson Scott is a tall, broad-shouldered man of 40 and watching one of overcoats in the show window for a long time. His fists are large and his eyes unusually small but his voice, as though striving to conceal the power back of his fists, is soft and quiet. He seems to like the overcoat very much, but pretends peering at the store and other man suits at random all day long.
[May I help you, sir?] Cicily walks to Anderson and says hello to him with animation, warmth and graciousness.
[Ye, yes, I like to the dark gray overcoat... Yes, that one. May I try? Miss…] Anderson timidly points one gray overcoat.
[Eastman, Cicily Eastman. Sure sir.] Cicily took one gray overcoat from the show window immediately.
[May I try? Miss. Eastman]
[Of course, please] Cicily helps Anderson. Her countenance or manner could ever have wanted. [Marvelous. It’s completely suitable for you. See, you look very, very great.]
[Are you sure?]Anderson got flattering and very happy.
[Absolutely. It’s completely perfect for you.] Cicily starts her sophisticated promotion of business. [Sir…] She compresses her friendly sensation into a very, very earnest touch on Anderson’s clothes.
[Scott. Anderson Scott]Anderson speaks his name.
[Yes, Mr. Scott. This overcoat is absolutely suitable for you. See. It’s 100% wood. Excellent materials. Totally made in French. The excellent, superior quality.]
[How much of it?] Anderson only worries about the price.
F2-7 Business is Business
[Mr. Scott, you are my best guest today. Price will be very reasonable.] Cicily essentially shows the price card. [It’s 500.]
Watching the price card, Anderson gets little wrinkle in his eyebrows and takes off the overcoat immediately. But Cicily stops him at the same time. [Don’t take it off, Mr. Scott, please hear my explanation….]
[I like it. But…] Interrupting Cicily’s explanation, Anderson’s mouth objects to buy the clothes. But his mind likes the overcoat, although the price is over his budget very much. Hereafter Cicily’s delightfully explanation, he seems to accept it.
As a matter of fact, buying clothes is not Anderson’s main purpose to go to Cicily’s Man Suits Store today. Anderson is the boss of big factory of producing DIY furniture in the nearby town, Donwell. Last month, he heard his staffs said there was one beautiful woman who has sold man suits at the 5th street in the downtown. She was a country girl of young, sweet sound, as elegant as angel, although a little cripple, and got unhappy experience of marriage. The desperado, her ex-husband like despot, despoiled everything she had and tyrannized her raped her every day. Her life filled with violence, torture, misery and despair. Finally she ran away from home to search for new life in the big city.
Coming here, she luckily finds out new hope by selling man suits in a small store. She is conscious, animation, warm and gracious. Quickly the story of this beautiful, sweet creature has become the legend in 5th street in the downtown. Thinking the most beautiful, sweet creature, Anderson becomes more interest …
F2-8 Destiny & Fate
[See, Mr. Scott, this overcoat has waited for you for long time. It belongs to you when you see it in the beginning. You know. It’s like destiny. It’s a fate...]Cicily tenderly embraces Scott a little.
[Ye…] Becoming flushes and flutters, Anderson gradually falls into the cobweb of Cicily’s persuasion and fatal attraction.
[Anyway, do not tell any one, I secretly give you very, very special discount. Hmm, 30% off. Okay? ] Cicily plays a little trick and cuts down the price.
[Okay, I take it.] Anderson seems to be very satisfied and pays the money.
[Thanks, Mr. Scott.] Cicily takes the money and carefully wraps overcoat and delightfully hands it to Anderson. [I wish you satisfied my service today and came to my small store from time to time if you would. You can have a coffee, chat, make friend…here.]
[Even do not buy clothes to welcome…] Anderson takes parcel and peers at Cicily earnestly, eagerly.
[Of course, you’re very, very welcome, my best guest, anytime.]
[I will, I will, I will….] Anderson holding the parcel happily walks out of the store.
[He seems to be so serious. How stupid, lovely man...]Cicily is thinking and watching Anderson who is walking out of the store. [Have a nice day, Mr. Scott, good-bye….]
Writer: Ho Si-Ming. (Pen name: Nature)
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