Magpie Tales 6 .......' Nails??'

It was just a card box of nails but they had been the cause of their break up and yet she thought nails are supposed to join two things together.

How had it happened? More importantly, how did it happen? Her mind was hazy and her memory dimmed.

There they were on the shelf; she reached up and lifted the box down.

They were still very straight, still very shiny and still very sharp, all four of them.... only four? Wasn’t the box full? What had happened to the others?

Her finger touched the tip of one and she pressed down hard till a small drop of blood fell to the dusty floor. Suddenly her mind jerked back to a more bloody scene and as she looked at that single drop of blood, she remembered the floor swimming in blood. She made a soft sound almost like a cat mewing.

She hadn’t meant to strike him, but he had so enraged her.

The nails were there beside him, why did he buy them?

She had asked for screws; he came back with nails.

She wanted screws; he bought nails.

She only wanted screws; he thought she wanted nails;

She needed the screws, he had no idea they were so important.

She was without the screws and he had just a box of nails.

Stupid man she thought as she brought the hammer down on the head of first nail, soft in the head she mused as she brought down the hammer again on the second nail. The hammer came down time after time until there were only 4 nails left and the pool of blood covered most of the garage floor.

How silly to bring nails when all she wanted was.... what was it she wanted? But one thing she did know and now he knew too, that she hated the nails.