The Green Man
Light peaked through the window as she crawled onto her cot. The shift had been long and hard. And late, it was four ‘o clock in the morning. She was almost asleep when she heard the town sirens go off.“Can’t they just leave me alone?” She said to the darkness. “I live such a hard life, I don’t know who to turn too,” she tossed and turned all morning but eventually fell asleep. She found peace while she was sleeping because she had the most wonderful dream. It was about a very handsome man coming to where she worked and saving her from her terrible night shift.
“Like that would ever happen,” she said as she woke up. Life had made her a cynic, what with the death of her family, the loss of her love, and her bondage. Well, it may not be real bondage but it certainly felt like it.
She decided she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t know what she was going to do but she was going to do it. She pondered over breakfast about what would be the best way to bring down the man. The green man.
He was hideous looking. Like a rotting lump of skin that was green. His teeth were even green. He had a terrible odor about him. Like rotting kelp. But there was a secret about the green man. He once was very handsome and rich, but he had become too greedy that his heart was black. So a disguised witch turned him into a terrible green man until someone could larn to love him in hie hideous form. Unfortunately, no one would ever love him, who could love a man who was not only hideous but evil and heartless? Also, this is not Beauty and the Beast so the green man is not going to end up happy, he’s going to end up dead and the person who he had so cruelly suppressed for years was going to do it and suddenly she knew how. She left to work with the only weapon that could bring him down. Her mind.
She thought for days on end thinking about . . . Him. He was the one who murdered her only love. She would make him pay for his evilness. would have her revenge. But then she wondered if she could touch his heart at all. There must be a reason for him to do all those things. And she was right, there was one ounce of love in him, just enough to break his green curse. The thought was quickly banished from her thoughts once she arrived at his house. The green mansion. Every day at eight she was required to play the flute for him. She entered the room, invigorated with her plan.
“Play,” the green man commanded.
“No!” She shouted. “This is for Richard!” She lunged at him, the flute cleaner in her hand, and shoved it through his green eye.
“Ow,” he said. “Why did you do that?”
“Because you’re evil and you need to die.”
“Well you obviously didn’t succeed because I’m still ttalking son now I’m going to kill you.”
“Ahhh!” Said the flute player. He lunged toward her. But she jumped on his green head and did a front-flip towards the door. He caught her by her ankle and pulled her to him. She grabbed a letter opener and stabbed him in the heart. She saw the life go from his eyes. Then she wiped her fingerprints off of the letter-opener and took her flute and left.
So the police never found out that she had killed the green man, but they did find out one thing. Richard’s death was completely accidental and the green man had NOTHING to do with it. Of course, who really believes the police anyway? The point is that the green man not only murdered Richard but her family too. And he was coming on to our flutist, whose name is Leslie, in a VERY vulgar way. Leslie fled from the town towards the desert where she would start her life anew.
So, the evil green man died, the flutist who killed him ended up free but alone and the romantic Brianne is wrong. Not all good stories have happy endings.
The End
