Post by kingfaraday on Aug 25, 2017 11:17:54 GMT -6
The Trial
by
Junketh71
The old gypsy woman continued to dispassionately look at the man, who was now telling his sto-ry. “My wife had an affair,” the guy said, rubbing a bruise on his right cheek. “See, both she and he are assistants in the science centre of the town.”
“This is irrelevant for me,” the gypsy abruptly said. “Is she beautiful?”
“Probably the best-looking woman in that damn place,” Mr. Cuthbert shrugged. “Wavy blond hair, a peach of a face, and a naturally slim figure. Unfortunately, she’s also a real flirt – enjoys all sorts of parties and nights-out-on-town.” He paused and added. “Look, we’re actually quite well off, so we have no need for her to continuing to work.”
“And so… you want me to do something about it?”
“Well, if the rumors of you are true… can you age her just a bit? Just a bit, so that she’d be a more mature person and not get both herself and me into the situations as this one?”
At the mention of that last statement Cuthbert winced. He and a few of his buddies have con-fronted that man a few days earlier in order to tell him to leave Lina alone. It didn’t go as planned, as the bruises on the various parts of his body signified. Sure, this guy – Balthazar – may’ve been just a member of security personnel, but he obviously took his job very seriously, all the way to various self-defense courses… Long story short, Cuthbert’s friends had told him that another confrontation like this – and he’d be on his own with all of his wife’s shortcomings. And Cuthbert didn’t like that idea. He didn’t like it at all.
“Yes, I can do that,” the gypsy replied – and was there a hint of wryness in her tone of voice now? “It’ll be for a price, of course.”
“How big?”
“That depends. How old do you want her to be?”
“The term ‘comfortable middle-age’ comes to mind, you know? Early forties, perhaps?”
“And she is currently-?”
“26.”
“Then 46 would do well?”
“It’s a deal. How much?”
“Fifty bucks.”
“Excuse me?”
“Fifty bucks for the service.”
Cuthbert paused. Fifty bucks was fifty bucks, but he was also aware that if things continued as they currently went on, he would waste much more than that.”
“Deal. What are you going to do, anyways?”
“Here,” the gypsy said instead, giving Cuthbert instead a leather parcel filled with some sort of milky-white crystals. “Mix it with her drink, and in no more than a day shall she be the age that you want her to be.”
“No more than a day? Can’t you be more specific?”
“No. This isn’t computer science, you know?”
“True enough. Well, has a nice-“
“Good-bye.”
Cuthbert hurriedly left.
When Cuthbert finally came home, his wife was in the shower – and that was very good. He had time to prepare his next course of action – and also Lina loved a hot drink after the shower.
Sure enough, there was a cup of hot black coffee, waiting for her.
“Honey, is that you?” Lina’s voice came from the bathroom’s direction. “Put-in the milk, would you?”
“Sure,” Cuthbert replied, dumping the crystals into the coffee instead. And to his surprise the coffee took the same coloring that the coffee-and-milk usually had. Weird. However, he didn’t have much time to ponder this, because at that moment Lina finally emerged, washed and cleanly dressed in a hot pink top and light blue jeans cut-off. Look at her, Cuthbert felt a certain stir-ring… “Honey, how about,” he began, but was interrupted.
“Not now, I’m not in the mood,” Lina said in her usual fashion… just before she gulped down the coffee. There was a short pause, and then Lina looked oddly at her husband. “On the other hand, dear, let’s do it,” she said. Half-confused, half-pleased, Cuthbert followed his spouse into the bedroom.
On the next morn, Cuthbert awoke quite unexpectedly early. Unexpectedly, because he didn’t do much sleeping on that night. Lina unexpectedly showed much more inclination in him, so it was quite surprising that he had awakened so early.
Then he looked at the woman who was sleeping next to him – and the last remains of his sleep fled: the woman sleeping next to him seemed to be twice as old as she was the day before! Her body was no longer slim, but stocky and thickset from cellulite, and her face now bore rather pronounced jowls on her cheeks. Even her hair was now somewhat thinner and limp.
Suddenly, now middle-aged Lina shrugged and opened her eyes. “Going to work, now, dear? Then good luck to you.”
“Thanks, dear.”
“You’re welcome. And don’t worry; I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get back home.”
Nodding in gratitude, Cuthbert made went-off to work, whistling thoughtful. The gypsy’s potion had worked true and so has his wish. Now it was up to him to live with the consequences.
The end/
by
Junketh71
The old gypsy woman continued to dispassionately look at the man, who was now telling his sto-ry. “My wife had an affair,” the guy said, rubbing a bruise on his right cheek. “See, both she and he are assistants in the science centre of the town.”
“This is irrelevant for me,” the gypsy abruptly said. “Is she beautiful?”
“Probably the best-looking woman in that damn place,” Mr. Cuthbert shrugged. “Wavy blond hair, a peach of a face, and a naturally slim figure. Unfortunately, she’s also a real flirt – enjoys all sorts of parties and nights-out-on-town.” He paused and added. “Look, we’re actually quite well off, so we have no need for her to continuing to work.”
“And so… you want me to do something about it?”
“Well, if the rumors of you are true… can you age her just a bit? Just a bit, so that she’d be a more mature person and not get both herself and me into the situations as this one?”
At the mention of that last statement Cuthbert winced. He and a few of his buddies have con-fronted that man a few days earlier in order to tell him to leave Lina alone. It didn’t go as planned, as the bruises on the various parts of his body signified. Sure, this guy – Balthazar – may’ve been just a member of security personnel, but he obviously took his job very seriously, all the way to various self-defense courses… Long story short, Cuthbert’s friends had told him that another confrontation like this – and he’d be on his own with all of his wife’s shortcomings. And Cuthbert didn’t like that idea. He didn’t like it at all.
“Yes, I can do that,” the gypsy replied – and was there a hint of wryness in her tone of voice now? “It’ll be for a price, of course.”
“How big?”
“That depends. How old do you want her to be?”
“The term ‘comfortable middle-age’ comes to mind, you know? Early forties, perhaps?”
“And she is currently-?”
“26.”
“Then 46 would do well?”
“It’s a deal. How much?”
“Fifty bucks.”
“Excuse me?”
“Fifty bucks for the service.”
Cuthbert paused. Fifty bucks was fifty bucks, but he was also aware that if things continued as they currently went on, he would waste much more than that.”
“Deal. What are you going to do, anyways?”
“Here,” the gypsy said instead, giving Cuthbert instead a leather parcel filled with some sort of milky-white crystals. “Mix it with her drink, and in no more than a day shall she be the age that you want her to be.”
“No more than a day? Can’t you be more specific?”
“No. This isn’t computer science, you know?”
“True enough. Well, has a nice-“
“Good-bye.”
Cuthbert hurriedly left.
When Cuthbert finally came home, his wife was in the shower – and that was very good. He had time to prepare his next course of action – and also Lina loved a hot drink after the shower.
Sure enough, there was a cup of hot black coffee, waiting for her.
“Honey, is that you?” Lina’s voice came from the bathroom’s direction. “Put-in the milk, would you?”
“Sure,” Cuthbert replied, dumping the crystals into the coffee instead. And to his surprise the coffee took the same coloring that the coffee-and-milk usually had. Weird. However, he didn’t have much time to ponder this, because at that moment Lina finally emerged, washed and cleanly dressed in a hot pink top and light blue jeans cut-off. Look at her, Cuthbert felt a certain stir-ring… “Honey, how about,” he began, but was interrupted.
“Not now, I’m not in the mood,” Lina said in her usual fashion… just before she gulped down the coffee. There was a short pause, and then Lina looked oddly at her husband. “On the other hand, dear, let’s do it,” she said. Half-confused, half-pleased, Cuthbert followed his spouse into the bedroom.
On the next morn, Cuthbert awoke quite unexpectedly early. Unexpectedly, because he didn’t do much sleeping on that night. Lina unexpectedly showed much more inclination in him, so it was quite surprising that he had awakened so early.
Then he looked at the woman who was sleeping next to him – and the last remains of his sleep fled: the woman sleeping next to him seemed to be twice as old as she was the day before! Her body was no longer slim, but stocky and thickset from cellulite, and her face now bore rather pronounced jowls on her cheeks. Even her hair was now somewhat thinner and limp.
Suddenly, now middle-aged Lina shrugged and opened her eyes. “Going to work, now, dear? Then good luck to you.”
“Thanks, dear.”
“You’re welcome. And don’t worry; I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get back home.”
Nodding in gratitude, Cuthbert made went-off to work, whistling thoughtful. The gypsy’s potion had worked true and so has his wish. Now it was up to him to live with the consequences.
The end/