a short story I wrote a few years ago
George got out of his bed early in the morning, so he could see the beautiful Caribbean sunrise. It was one of three most pleasing things he had ever seen, and he cried for 2 hours. He lied down in bed for a while and tried to write, but he found it too hard to focus, so he closed his laptop and decided to go for a swim. He left his room and headed for the elevator. Once outside, George had realized he had forgotten to change into his bathing suit, but decided he didn’t feel like going back to his room again, so he would just go over to the bar. The Bartender was a big guy, about six foot, thin mustache, portly. George asked for a rum and coke, the bartender laughed, “That’s what everyone gets around here.” George took his drink and headed over to the pool. There were always pretty girls by the pool. He found an empty table with an umbrella and sat down. He relaxed for a while, enjoying the warm weather, and the nice view. He finished his drink up, and was about to head over to the bar for another, but he noticed a real beauty, dark hair, tanned skin, green eyes. George headed over to her, “Hi, my names George, I’m a writer.” He gave her a smile, and she looked him up and down “Esme, I’m an escort.” They stood there for a minute, She took him by the hand and whispered in his ear “I’ll give you half price.” George thought that was a pretty good deal, so they agreed to meet up in his room in 2 hours, George had things to do, he had to get ready. Before she left, Esme warned him that she didn’t do any kinky stuff. George smiled and laughed, and assured her that he wasn’t into the kinky stuff either.
George woke up early again, except there was no time for admiring the sun today, instead he had to get rid of the body. He had already cut her up in the bath tub, and had put her into two duffel bags, the safest way was if he sent one bag to some third world country using a fake name, the other one, he would keep for the time being, he had put the good parts in there, in case he got hungry. George had everything set up and the bag was sent to who knows where by noon. At noon, he finally got some writing done, and decided to have a snack, he had saved a leg and was really longing for it. After lunch, George headed down to the pool again, this time he remembered to change into his trunks, and he had a very refreshing swim. While he was at the bar, drinking another rum and coke, he saw a few potentials, but no one that really struck his fancy. He asked the bartender if he knew someplace to get a good bite to eat, because the bartender was also a member of George’s club, as he had found out a couple of days ago, during a drunken discussion. The bartender suggested a night club, and George thought it sounded alright.
Several weeks later, George was back home, relaxing in his favorite chair, eating the meatloaf his wife had made him, and he thought back to that beautiful sunset he woke up to see, and he started crying again.
George woke up early again, except there was no time for admiring the sun today, instead he had to get rid of the body. He had already cut her up in the bath tub, and had put her into two duffel bags, the safest way was if he sent one bag to some third world country using a fake name, the other one, he would keep for the time being, he had put the good parts in there, in case he got hungry. George had everything set up and the bag was sent to who knows where by noon. At noon, he finally got some writing done, and decided to have a snack, he had saved a leg and was really longing for it. After lunch, George headed down to the pool again, this time he remembered to change into his trunks, and he had a very refreshing swim. While he was at the bar, drinking another rum and coke, he saw a few potentials, but no one that really struck his fancy. He asked the bartender if he knew someplace to get a good bite to eat, because the bartender was also a member of George’s club, as he had found out a couple of days ago, during a drunken discussion. The bartender suggested a night club, and George thought it sounded alright.
Several weeks later, George was back home, relaxing in his favorite chair, eating the meatloaf his wife had made him, and he thought back to that beautiful sunset he woke up to see, and he started crying again.