Enid Part 3 by Lucy Mitchell

Enid Part 3


Lucy Mitchell

“Polly – what have done you done?” screams Enid, in my head. The realisation of what I have just done hits me hard. I let go of the phone receiver and it clatters onto the stone floor.

I can hear the operator asking me to confirm my location but I can’t bring myself to say anything. They will trace the call.

“I told you to stop Enid but you wouldn’t listen” I whimper, kneeling onto the kitchen floor. Hot tears stream down my face.

“You have made me so angry Polly” shouts Enid. “Go into the backroom now so that I can start my waitress shift and sort this mess out!”

I shake my head. Enid’s shift must not start tonight.

“Polly do what I say, I am strong and you are WEAK!” hollers Enid, in my head.

“I can’t Enid” I say, wiping away my tears with my apron.

“But I did it for us Polly. You know that!” Enid exclaims.

“I never asked you to kill all those men” I say feeling very cold and starting to shiver as their faces flash across my mind.

“Polly I killed them for a reason, you know this. I did it to get back at that nasty trucker who did those horrid things to you, all those years ago” says Enid.

A familiar dark feeling glides across me. I can smell his pungent body odour, garlic breath and gasoline reeking clothes. I can feel his grubby hands on my neck.

“I know Enid” I whisper, bringing my knees up to my chin and rocking fast to block out the images of him.

“He never paid for what he did to you Polly, there was no justice” says Enid calmly.

I shake my head and break into uncontrollable sobbing at the thought of him, lurking in the shadows outside of the diner. Waiting.

“I was there for you Polly after he left you for dead in the parking lot. I nursed you through all that. I made sure you never worked another night shift again, just to keep you safe” said Enid.

“Oh Enid what have I done?” I cry out, staring at the phone receiver. “You are right. You were there for me after he drove away in his truck, and this is how I repay you. I am so sorry.”

“Its ok Polly, he made you weak” says Enid.

“He changed me Enid” I say rubbing my face hard until it starts to burn. Anger bubbles furiously inside me as I think about his grinning face.

“Let me start my shift Polly. I will get rid of customer no.8 and then do you know what we are going to do?” gushes Enid excitedly.

“What Enid?” I ask.

“We will work out how we can track him down. If we have to close the diner and travel for days, we will do it. We will find him and make sure he never harms another waitress ever again” says Enid.

I stare up at the stained kitchen ceiling, imagining Enid and I getting in our rusted

old wagon, hitting the highway and tracking him down.  Unleashing Enid on him would give me such satisfaction. She is unstoppable at times.

After she has finished with him and he lies dying in the back of his truck I could appear. Stand over his choking body and tell him all about the pain and turmoil he inflicted on me, all those years ago.

Enid and I could return to the diner, happy in the knowledge that my agony would be over. There would no more killing. Enid would be a changed person. I can almost imagine it.

“Come on Polly, this has to end” says Enid. The word ‘end’ reverberates around my head.

Rising slowly I get to my feet and head out to the back room.

“Good girl” says Enid.

I stand by the mirror and wait for the change in waitress.

“This has to end” I murmur to myself.

“Polly what are you doing?” asks Enid.

I can hear sirens wailing in the distance. They are coming.

“This has to end” I say softly, staring at the mirror.

“Polly stop this now. Hurry! Come on we don’t have time…..wait…stop…what are you doing?” shouts Enid.

“Enid I am strong and you are weak” I say, grabbling hold of Enid’s little green bottle, containing the liquid that she has used so many times on her truckers. Flicking open the top I put it to my lips and throw back my head, tipping the cool liquid down my throat.

Enough is enough.  Sometimes you just have to let it go.

9 thoughts on “Enid Part 3 by Lucy Mitchell

        1. Lucy , we all have our good and bad days as writers. I do better at promoting others. I sadly lag when it comes to promoting myself. I sell dozens of copies when my work is free. When it costs a dollar or two on one really buys anything. I am now gaining Twitter followers each day. I haven’t written much for myself due to school and publisher duties. But I know good work when I see and read it. Your work definitely qualifies as good.

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            1. You have me super curious on what you will be publishing in July’s issue! Suspense is killing me. Lol. Also I will want to run the layout by you before it’s published to the public. 🙂

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