“For the Rest of my Life”

He closed the heavy door behind him as he left the grand house on Westbourne Terrace. It had become too late to catch a bus and anyway, it was still warm enough to walk. After midnight, London was at its most beautiful. Wide roads, which in other cities would have been called “Avenues” or “Boulevards”, but almost no traffic. Beautiful buildings with lights shining at them, and no people who ran into him when he paused his steps to take in the view. It was quiet, or as quiet as a metropolis of 8 million people could get, and the air felt almost fresh.

The date, their fourth one, had gone well. She was lovely to talk to. They had both enjoyed the film, but not too much to be totally consumed by it. The more intimate part of the evening, which we shan’t describe out of a protective feeling towards the uncorrupted minds of our youthful readers, had also gone well. He had enjoyed the ice cream which she had prepared. Girls who didn’t forget to add strawberries when serving ice cream were good girls. Good girls were rare, at least he had rarely met one in the 22 years of his life.

All the more he felt sad about how it had ended. Very messy. There wouldn’t be a fifth date.

Regents Canal night by Stefan Schäfer“Why do people force me to make promises?” he wondered. “What is the value of such a promise?” But he knew that it was also his fault, and sharing it would not diminish it the least. Why was he so obsessed with sincerity, with keeping his word? At times he was proud of this character trait, at other times it felt like a burden which prevented him from leading a normal life. Others seemed to function perfectly fine despite breaking their promises. He couldn’t. And by now, it was too late to change. Not only because of tonight.

He had meanwhile walked past Paddington Station, which at this time of night was a sleeping behemoth of brick and steel and glass, only intermittently oozing with short bursts of smoke or steam from its various orifices. “Why did she have to insist like crazy that I promise to stay with her for the rest of her life?” he wondered as he ditched the knife, still seeping blood, into Paddington Canal.

About Andreas Moser

You will most likely find me in the forest, next to the lake, reading a book. Just follow the cigar smoke!
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17 Responses to “For the Rest of my Life”

  1. Michael says:

    Damn what a closing line or a perfect opening page to some psycho thriller, you caught me by surprise…your work?

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    • Yes, my work. Thank you for the compliment! I don’t seem to be very good with long plots, so I’ll stick to short stories for the time being.

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      • Michael says:

        I agree with Mary, if you can pull off an opening page like that I’m sure there’s a novel or a fantastic short story kicking around in your head.

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  2. maryam says:

    Here is the point: You should always ask your partner to stay with you for the rest of his life not yours!

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  3. Mary says:

    Great work Andreas! You should definitely consider submitting some of your writing for publishing…

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  4. keywestkeely says:

    Absolutely riveting! The tension was terrific, Andreas. The final sentence was an elegantly-written shocker!

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  5. Mal Ta says:

    what an unexpected end…(i hope it continues)

    but you ruined it with “The more intimate part of the evening, which we shan’t describe out of a protective feeling towards the uncorrupted minds of our youthful readers,”

    come on! give us the details. was she tight? really, really tight?

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  6. Ceren says:

    As I told you before, you should consider starting a new career. This piece is really good. It is obvious that you are talented at writing. And you even don’t write in your native language. I am impressed.

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  7. Lauren says:

    Impressive !

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  8. Kavita Joshi says:

    wo…good one Andreas….dark ending and now I might have to read something funny to make sure I don’t get night mare at this hour of night

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  9. kiffleyb says:

    #TheStruggleIsReal

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