With the improvements to the
cabin completed Sheila grew antsy for a new conquest, which meant a new
relationship. She decided to write a book about her exploits, and since all writers wrote their most
successful novels at the local coffee shop, Sheila came up with a plan. She took the ferry to Seattle every morning, and at the Starbucks in Pioneer Square she
opened her laptop, sipped her coffee, and began detailing her life. But she
hadn’t forgotten her true mission, she
kept her eyes open for her next romantic conquest.
Even she was shocked when that person was a sweet young girl named Jerry. Their
connection was instantaneous, the rapport amusing, sincere, and thoughtful. The sex
unbelievable. Jerry gave Sheila something she didn’t expect, a hint at what
empathy meant. It was her downfall and her
greatest asset. It was also Jerry's undoing.
Jerry loved everyone, and the
causes she worked tirelessly for innumerable. So much so that they began to
interfere in the relationship. Something Sheila could not tolerate. The attention
from her lover had to be full, intense, and unrelenting or she grew bored.
Three months into this relationship, Sheila became
bored. It was time to plan the next phase.
Hiking was the one recreational
activity that Sheila and Jerry loved doing together. They began planning longer and deeper
excursions into Moran State Park. It was a hike to the summit of Mount
Constitution that become an adventure that Sheila would never forget.
The hiked, then made camp. Alone
in the forest, they found a lake where
they could skinny dip, make love on a
blanket in the open air, and even plan for a future, A future that sadly would
never be.
At midnight, Sheila left the tent,
she packed her sleeping bag and secured her backpack., then she undressed. Her
companion, Jerry, was sound asleep, thanks to a sedative that Sheila had slipped
into her last glass of champagne. From outside the tent, Sheila took a curved hunting knife and slashed the canvas open. Mimicking, she hoped the sharp
claws of a bear. She tore into the sleeping girl she once claimed to love. The
slices were deep, brutal, meant to kill.
They would.
Sheila struggled to awaken from
the nightmare attack. She found clarity for one full
moment. At that moment she recognized her
attacker. Her last words, “why my love?” fell on deaf ears as Sheila struck the
final blow.
When Jerry was finally well and
dead, Sheila went back to the lake for one last swim to remove the blood from her
naked body. Re-dressing, she gathered her belongings, made sure all evidence of
her presence was obliterated, then she calmly walked back to civilization.
She relied on Jerry’s silence
about their relationship as cover. The fact that she never gave her real name or any actual
facts about herself also gave her no cause to believe that she be found out.
Jerry was known for her solo
hikes. It was how she carried out most of her amorous relationships. Her
father, a prominent politician in Seattle,
would not have understood his daughter’s choices, and Jerry was sure she could keep the world fooled. At least long
to inherit a promised fortune by marrying the man who would make her legit in
her family’s eyes. After that, she
planned to come out to the entire world.
Now, there would be no need. Sheila saw to that.
Jerry’s body wasn’t found for
several months and by that time the animals had gotten to her. Her bones were
scattered. A bear attack was cited as the
cause of death. Sheila smiled when she read the article.
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