Maggie’s Toys
I picked her up near an alternative club, late at night. She was fairly
drunk. She told me to go to a district that was not too far. That was luck: I
told her there was a jam on the avenue and offered to take the shortcut through
the park. She agreed and off we went. She took out a small mirror and checked
her make-up. I glanced at her again: she was very pretty and young. Even that
bright make-up looked good on her. She wore a short blue dress with a wide
leather belt, her soft fair hair was simply lying on her shoulders. Well, I have
no idea how soft her hair was, but it looked just great. She was perfect. Just
perfect.
She saw Maggie’s picture and asked:
“Is this your daughter?”
“Yes,” I said. I wonder why they always ask one and the same question. She
smiled.
“She is pretty,” she said. “How old is she?”
“Six. This picture was taken three years ago. She would be nine now.”
“Oh, what is the matter with her?”
“She’s dead. There’s been an accident.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. But she didn’t sound sorry at all. She didn’t care.
None of them cared. Nobody cares for someone else’s troubles.
We drove into the street that lead to the park. My biggest expectation was that
there would not be any buses riding through the park while we’re there. Well,
there should not be any buses, it was too late at night for the buses. But
anyway, I had to be sure that nobody was there to see us.
I slowed down a little while we went along the trees and bushes. The girl seemed
to have fallen asleep – her eyes were closed. Well, maybe it’s even better that
way. Very carefully, I turned to the narrow road that lead to the pond in the
depth of the park. It was not so smooth as the street, so I drove very
carefully. Nobody saw us, I was sure of that.
I thought of Maggie again. Daddy loves you Maggie, of course daddy loves you,
why would he be doing this if it wasn’t for his lovely Maggie? Just hang on a
little. We’re almost there.
I stopped the car by the pond, got out and opened her door. She was sleeping,
and I could feel the smell of alcohol coming from her face. I smiled. She was so
pretty! I took her by the elbow and dragged her out of her car.
I don’t exactly know what made her wake up – my touch or the touch of the blade.
Just as soon as I dragged her out, I plunged my knife right in the middle of her
belly. She opened her eyes wide and gasped. It was no use to gag her, I knew she
wouldn’t scream. They never scream. I pulled the knife back, she seemed to cling
to it, moving together with it, and when I finally released it she fell on her
knees, covering the wound with her hands. I reached to her and strongly hit her
again, a bit higher. She moaned and fell on the grass, breathing quickly. I
stood on my knees over her, watching. Two black stains appeared on her blue
dress, but it didn’t matter at all. I knew Maggie wouldn’t care for these
stains. But I had to make sure that her hair remained clean. It was important.
Maggie told me.
She was dying. A few loud gasps, a few funny motions, and here she was – a
perfect new toy for my lovely Maggie. I put my ear to her chest and listened.
There was no heartbeat. It was splendid, how she lay among the ferns and all, a
new doll, another present from daddy to his dear Maggie. I knew Maggie would be
pleased.
Maggie loved toys, especially dolls. But Maggie was in heaven, she could not
have toys there. She asked me to find beautiful dolls for her and send them to
heaven so that she could play with them there. Poor Maggie, she must be so bored
there is heaven. And I chose the best dolls for my lovely Maggie. I knew she
loved them. And she loved daddy, too. Maggie loved her daddy.
There was nothing else to be done to the dead doll. And it was not necessary to
do anything. She was already in heaven, with Maggie, she’d love to meet my
daughter, I’m sure they all like Maggie, Maggie’s so sweet! I wrapped the body
in plastic and put it in the truck. I’ll get rid of it. That’s no problem.
The only thing that matters is that Maggie has a new present from her daddy.
Daddy loves Maggie.
The End
Copyright by NightInGale (2003).