Short story: The red velvet chair

I am suprised I had the time to write this out today as as I should be revising for tests haha but anywho here is a story inspired by Roald Dahls's ''Lamb to the slaughter.''

The red velvet chair

Mr Baxter sat tranquilly on a red velvet chair. He looked over his shoulder to the grandfather clock and told himself that there was only four minutes until Eve was to get home. He was feeling festive so he resorted to wearing a plaid Christmas jumper, khaki chinos and polished brown shoes bearing the shiniest buckles. He looked airily around the room; he was in his own little world. He was waiting patiently for Eve to get home from work.

He had already sent her laundry to the dry cleaners, cleaned the house, cooked dinner and even set out her favourite earl grey tea with two cubes of sugar alongside some chocolate hobnobs on the coffee table that was also, waiting for her.

For tea, he laid out some roast beef sandwiches cut up in little squares. It was already dark being winter and the room was lit dimly with gentle flickering candles in an easy soft breeze. He was just waiting for Eve to get home.

The gleaming mahogany door slammed open and a red haired short woman, around five foot one walked through. She was wearing a pair of killer sharp heeled boots, that were black and tightly laced up.
“Hello dear! How was your day darling?” Said Mr. Baxter excitedly
Eve pinched her nose and scrunched up her face forming creases on her alabaster pale forehead.
“Honestly Dave, you are like a dog. Can’t one get any peace in their own home?” Eve exclaimed.
Mr. Baxter’s face clouded for a moment but then he smiled.
“Rough day, eh? Sit down and tell me about it”
Eve was about to object but quickly changed her mind at the last moment and sat on the red velvet chair.
“So, go on!” Mr Baxter said enthusiastically
“So….nothing” Eve replied
“Come on Eve….”
“Dave…I am leaving you”
Mr Baxter was taken aback.
“But…” he whispered “why?”
“I have met someone else, somebody who loves me and wants to look after me” she said soothingly
Mr. Baxter Felt a mixture of emotions. He was absolutely livid that she was being ungrateful, whilst he slaved away making her tea and dinner and giving her unconditional love. He was even more furious that she was supposedly cheating on him. However he felt a bizarre stillness in his heart. His eve was so beautiful and kind deep inside; he finally came to the conclusion that he simply didn’t deserve her.
“Who’s the lucky man” he said glumly
“His name is Byron and...and... he is a doctor” said Eve quietly
“Doctor, eh?” He muttered
“Yes he is indeed!” she piped, oblivious to the consequences of her enthusiasm

Indeed, her sudden happiness exacerbated him and he was ablaze with dark fire. He violently picked up the roast beef sandwich squares and stuck them down her throat. Her lip were purple and her eyes had transitioned from a brilliant blue to a stormy grey. She chocked on the sandwich and hit the cold floor whilst whisperng ''Byron'' in a thunderstorm of emotions. Her unseeing eyes were staring blankly at Mr.Baxter. The red velvet chair creaked with urgency, bearing a secret that was not to be told.