Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
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in the first place, near impossible. Or perhaps it was the overheard sounds of the receptionist, Rhiannon,<br />
gossiping to her girlfriend about the pathetic, middle-aged loser who followed her around making<br />
puppy-dog eyes. Or the virulent abuse which poured through the phone because he had forgotten to<br />
pay the dog psychologist’s bill again. No-one will ever know.<br />
What is certain is that instead of driving home, Mitchell went to the local RSL. He was greeted<br />
warmly by the barman who only received a vague grunt in response. After ordering (and then drinking)<br />
copious amounts of some nondescript spirit he stumbled and weaved his way back to the station wagon.<br />
An idea had occurred to him. Maybe it had been an idea that he had toyed with before that night,<br />
fantasised about, but had never taken seriously.<br />
It was dark now and in the gathering gloom, the neighbourhood took on a much more sinister<br />
appearance. Through the identical windows of the matching houses, the flickering of oversized plasma<br />
screens could be seen, casting a greenish glow over the gravelled driveways and uniformed lawns. He was<br />
almost catatonic now. It was surprising that he could keep the car on the road but perhaps he had driven<br />
this way so many times it had become second nature.<br />
Time jumped and sputtered and he had no recollection of opening the front door, which must have<br />
been unlocked, or climbing the stairs to the master suite. His wife’s sleeping form lay under the floral<br />
cover, her face obscured by the shadows. Perhaps at that moment he was thinking of the freedom he<br />
would have once she was gone. Perhaps he considered how different his life would be without the dull<br />
tedium which married life had become. Perhaps he wasn’t thinking at all. The knife cut through her<br />
throat quite easily and she barely made a sound as life slowly seeped out, staining the mattress a vibrant<br />
red. The simplicity of it almost made him laugh. But as the alcohol haze lifted and he focussed on the<br />
face which looked back at him through unseeing eyes, he realised it was not the face he had looked at<br />
everyday, day after day.<br />
You see the family next door had also liked the ‘Malibu’ design. And the two matching homes were<br />
built side by side, identical in all but name and number. It had been a point of contention between the<br />
two families but neither had had the imagination or inclination to alter the design. And now Christine<br />
Mason lay dead in her bed for no other crime than a lack of originality.<br />
Rachel Merrigan received first prize in the 2009 Brimbank Short Story and Poetry Awards for this piece.<br />
The <strong>2010</strong> Brimbank Short Story and Poetry Awards are open Monday 14th June and close Friday 30th July<br />
<strong>2010</strong>. The Awards are open to all persons who work, live or study in Brimbank. Over $3,500 in prizes with<br />
no charge to enter.<br />
For more information visit www.brimbank.vic.gov.au/arts or contact the Hunt Club Community Arts<br />
Centre on 9361 6600.<br />
The Short Story and Poetry Awards are part of the <strong>2010</strong> Brimbank Literary Festival.<br />
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