“Miss, your order is almost placed. All we need now is your name and address”.
“Elfing Street 90. Bloody Mary”.
“Excuse me?” the voice on the phone sounded confused. “I said Elfing Street 90. My name is Bloody Mary”.
“Is this a joke?”
“My parents were a joke” if she had a time travel machine, she would go back in time and beat her parents to sense.
“Umm, ok. So your surname is Bloody?”
“No, this is my first name” Bloody was losing patience. “Is everything in order now?”
“Yes, Miss. Your package will arrive in two days”.
“Good” Bloody Mary hung up the phone and stared out her window in Elfing Street. She didn’t seem to be able to do much more these days. Just sipping boiling hot till it burned anything that remained inside of her and staring at falling snowflakes.
She fucking hated snowflakes. They fell the morning everything in her life fell apart.
It was a morning like this one, cold and snowy. The snowflakes made everything look merrier than usually, promising a white Christmas. Why did she have to love someone so much that she wanted to keep them happy? Bloody Mary had met her in a demonstration against some war or something like that. It didn’t really matter anymore, what it mattered was they were together for ever, despite the talk.
Bloody Mary left work early that day. Her boss was afraid of a snowstorm and closed his shop earlier than usually. None of his employees complained, it was almost Christmas. “Boss, can I take with me some white pepper? Alice needs it for tonight’s roast”. Truth was that they needed the pepper because Alice had mentioned that the snow looked like pepper falling from sky. Bloody thought that it would be a good idea if they had their own peppery snowstorm in their kitchen.
Ten minutes later she was almost home with the pepper in her inner pocket. A sense of excitement and tiredness went through her. Nowadays, she would have liked to be able to say that she entered the place with a sense of doom, that a premonition of what was to happen warned her. But really, all that Bloody could think was cuddling with Alice in front of the fireplace.
Their small apartment was oddly dark; her sweetheart liked aromatic candles, but today nothing lit their small living room. Weird thumping sounds came from their bedroom. “Thump, thump, thump” wet and repetitive. It sounded like the time her dad decapitated her mom in their bedroom. Panicked, she grabbed the meat knife from the kitchen. Bloody wouldn’t let the love of her life die at the hands of a lunatic.
Steeled herself, took a deep breath and entered the room. What she saw in her mind, had nothing in common with the picture she had in her mind.
The bitch that she loved as anyone else on this Earth was naked on their own bed, being fucked from behind by a man. A man. Somehow Bloody had expected to feel less of a betrayal if she had been with another woman; now Alice had betrayed her and all women around the globe who fought to be independent, to be free to love whomever they wished.
She died for it.
He died because he simple put his cock in the wrong hole.
Bloody Mary called the cops herself. They found her sitting in the middle of the room, meditating on the floor. She was covered in blood, their bedding was soaked with blood, sweat and semen. Bloody had sliced his throat first, then she stabbed her 42 times. She put up a fight; during some point the white pepper in her pocket had opened. She still sneezed when the police took her away.
Her trial was a national sensation for a long time. The lesbian who killed her girlfriend for a guy, was perfect for tabloid headlines. The judge though consider it a double homicide.The next twenty years of her life Bloody passed them killing boredom in a prison cell, forgotten by everyone. Once she killed Alice, she had no one left.
In prison there was a priest. He always told her to forgive. To forget. ”I cannot forget” Could she forgive?
Bloody Mary was already out of prison the last two years, her life already wasted. She was diagnosed with cancer and felt more alone than ever. The delivered package was in her pocket, exactly like that hideous night. “Alice McTavish” was written on the white tomb, an old picture that Alice hated was bellow it. Someone had left a flower pot that long ago dried out.
The old woman opened the package she had ordered online. It was the exact same brand of white pepper she had brought home for Alice that day. Bloody took a handful out of it and sprinkled it on top of her lover’s grave. A snowstorm out of pepper for her at last. “All I wanted to do was to make you laugh and sneeze. You used to look so cute when you sneezed”.
Today the sun was shining, cold and refreshing, signalling a Christmas morning fresh to enjoy. Christmas is about loving, is about giving, is about forgivng, used to say the priest during his festive sermon. Did Bloody forgive?
She searched her soul for an answer and she found out she knew it all along. She wished it was different.
“I cannot forgive you. See you in hell, bitch”.