In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”

Title: Bound for Eternity

She could feel her heart beat in time with the rain. Anticipation fueled her movements as she went through the whole house until every nook and cranny was free of dust and every surface sparkled. Finally, he’s coming home.

She fixed her hair for the hundredth time as she passed the mirror on her way to the kitchen.

Ding dong! He’s here!

She rushed to the door. In her hurry to finally see him again, she forgot about the spices that she was cutting up. She was cooking his favorite dish: Spicy Chicken Adobo.

In her hurry, she forgot about the knife she was holding.

In her hurry, the big toe of her right foot snagged on the corner of the worn-out carpet.

Suddenly, there was no hurry now. She could feel herself falling as if in slow motion..could see the hand that held the knife push up against the floor in an effort to buffer the fall. Could see the knife still on that hand but now facing upwards with the tip going straight for her heart. In that slow-moving reality, she could hear the doorbell ringing insistently.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

Her body was paralyzed as her mind raced to understand what was happening. Blood seeped from the wound, soaking the carpet.

The doorbell finally stops ringing. Outside, two men are talking. One says “I guess nobody’s home.”

The other one answers “Do you have her number?”

“Yes, it’s on the form.”

They dial her number. She can still hear the phone ringing as her mind slowly goes still. The blood is finally drying up. She can feel herself floating away yet see herself lying on that bloody floor too.

Finally, she can hear one of them say “Let’s just leave a message on her voicemail.”

“Good afternoon, Mrs P. This is Ned Robbins, I’m with the agency. I have some bad news. Your husband’s plane got caught up in a storm. It went down over the Atlantic. I’m sorry to tell you but we believe no one survived. Please give us a call back so we can provide you with all the necessary assistance. Thank you.”

As she heard the last two words, she could feel her entire being fading… Yet now she could feel another presence. There were three men on the front porch. One of them slowly looked up. As he saw her fading image, a slow smile crept on his face. He held out his hand to her.

Together, they faded away into a world where knives and storms do not exist. And all was well with the world.