(Please note. This purely a work of fiction.)
They were in love. It was bliss. This was what they both wanted. Now they stood together. Extreme joy on their faces; each in a glorious ecstasy that drowned out the cacophony of yells of good tidings and blessings as the Reverend Minister pronounced them “man and wife”. It was sheer unexplained happiness. It bubbled forth like an early morning spring in the cool dawn of a green forest. A dream had become a reality. They would finally consumate their union. They had never known each other. They had only cuddled albeit a mild hug. A peck on the lips not a kiss. Each lived still with their parents. Today would be spent in the penthouse of a five-star hotel.
With that thought in mind, a wicked smile between them, they waltzed their way out of the church to take photographs. This was an event they would have loved to skip. They were in a haste to know themselves.
As they were in a haste to get married. They had married two months after meeting. They were both in their mid forties and there was immense pressure from both families. They had dated on a fast lane. They could have been ticketed for speeding. It was all functions and events. It was either in the evenings or late afternoons. They were always fresh. She was a beauty to behold. She is your dream. He on the other hand seemed to use the best fragrances as his bathwater. Their church frowned on copulation before marriage. They bid their time. After all they had been waiting all their life. They had never known themselves and it heightened the suspense. They were not…..
Expecting that in the morning. They were yet to move in together. This was the honeymoon. The first night together. They had been working all night and into the early morn. Love making on your wedding night is work. The approach is diligently methodical. Virgins or not, standardized or overboard would be known.
As she came into the bedroom from the bathroom the stench hit her. ” Honey, Honey” she said ” something stinks in the room. Like a dead animal”. His face was buried in the pillow inhaling the sweet fragrance of his wife. His wife.
He turned. He screamed. He fell off the bed. It was a California king size bed. He was ensconced in the middle yet he fell off with a scream. ” Who are you?” he asked. His mind registered. Same body but the face. It was the face.
They sat. They talked. They resolved to work on themselves. This was a case of unmistaken identity. Till death do us part!
#SilentNoises ~knm 