Blue Jaguar

I was asked to write a modern day version of Bluebeard for a course on fairy tales I have been taking. Here it is….

 

 

 

On the day Ronald finished his sentence and walked out of gaol, Perdita waited anxiously in the blue jaguar, ready to pick him up. She noted his scowl as he walked across the road.

“I told you not to go in that garage!” he spat with venom, “I told you!!”

“But Ronnie”, she wheedled, “My car has a flat battery and I needed to come and get you. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

They drove home in silence, Ronald’s fingers drumming on the dashboard all the way.

When they pulled into the driveway of their hobby farm, situated many kilometres from any neighbour, Ronald grabbed the keys and ran to the extra-large garage set apart from the house. Anxiously he counted the cars, 1,2,3,4,5,6. He let out a sigh of relief. All 7 accounted for.

He found the gun he’d hidden 6 months before and turned to face Perdita. “I told you” he said as he shot. Bang. Bang. Bang.

“I know” chorused the line of bridely ghosts as they converged and swallowed him whole, “We heard you the first time!”

Perdita walked out from the protective ghostly wall and smiled. She had 7 stately cars to sell and an around the world cruise to catch.

“Thanks girls” she said to the ghosts, “Lovely to have met you.”

 

 

Copyright August 2019