Marmalade

by Guy Pettingell

Title

Marmalade

Artist

Guy Pettingell

Medium

Drawing - Pen & Coloured Pencil On Paper.

Description

The hateful jar was slowly lowered into the well, the vile creature above repeating it's daily mantra: "It puts the marmalade on it's skin if it wants a sandwich". She had resisted at first, refusing to succumb for almost 10 minutes, but the lure of food had broken through her almost superhuman wall of willpower, & ever since she had performed the depraved ritual.
The jar, now empty, was withdrawn, a sandwich lowered in it's place. Lettuce. The nasty dufflecoat wearing fucker.
The bastard little bear left the room above, turning the light out behind it. Mournfully biting into the sandwich in the darkness she reflected on her predicament. Not much to do but think, screaming, shouting, threatening, beating at the stone wall, trying to climb it, all had proved to be a tiring, frustrating waste of energy. Also, it was rather undignified behaviour for a lady of her standing.
How could she have been so stupid? The open van door, the enticing aroma of freshly baked pie had been her undoing. The bear had coldcocked her from behind, shoved her in, duct taped her & then eaten the pie in front of her, the utter, utter, asshole. Confronted by such premeditated evil she immediately knew how much trouble she was in, who she was dealing with. The papers had been full of the murders for weeks, the gnawed remains with an orangey aroma. They'd christened the serial killer "Donut Dan", apparently because "he eats his holes". She shuddered in the darkness, knowing full well what the malevolent, crazy little shit was up to. Watching her cover herself with marmalade was more than just a bizarre sexual perversion, he was actually making her marinate herself!
So many regrets. Her love of pie had made her drop her guard, otherwise her martial arts skills would have allowed her to demolish the psychotic little runt, a heroine instead of a captive, a potential roast dinner.
Then there was the way she'd treated the only man who had ever truly loved her. For decades he'd endured the beatings, the shouting, the verbal, physical, & mental abuse she'd so casually dished out, without complaint. His devotion had been repaid with an embarrassing public divorce, rejection, ridicule.
How she wished she could take it all back. He'd move heaven & earth to save her. She had been so blind, so stupid, throwing away the best thing she'd ever had.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, soaking her now forgotten sandwich, she whispered into the blackness: "I'm so sorry, Kermit my love...."

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