Prologue

Prologue

The evening sky glowed a fiery crimson red as the sun set behind the stand of trees which over shadowed a beautiful city park to the west on this early spring evening of 2006. The walking trails of the park were crowded with people trying to get the last mile or so of their walk or jog in before the sun set for the day. The wispy clouds and the vapor trails of jets high above this sleepy cove were bathed in hues of red, orange and deep purple while a flock of birds flew by continuing their northward journey. Nearby many of the inhabitants of the quite suburb of Sawyerville went about their daily chores oblivious to the breathtaking beauty displayed high above them as they scurried to and fro preparing themselves for the evening tasks before them, helping their children with their homework, cleaning up after dinner, packing lunches for the next day; all the while hiding their deep dark, well kept secrets from their neighbors, friends and the rest of their quaint community.

Sawyerville is much like any other small suburb of a large metropolitan area with affluent and well to do areas and older less desirable subdivisions which are so simply because of people’s infatuation with status and the need to be held in high esteem and regard by neighbors and friends. Showing off that which we have acquired with money, power and wealth instead of presenting who they are as individuals and having a desire for personal growth and development for themselves and their relationships is one of the signature deficiencies of just such a community. The inhabitants diligently strive to have others center of attention on their exteriors by flaunting their big homes, fancy cars, fashionable clothes, boats and such so that the community will not see the dark side of our personality lurking within each and every one of us. This is a sad testimony to the true nature of the voracious beast that lurks just below the façade we allow other to see and it is a major component that makes up each and every human being.

In just a few short hours, on this very striking and tranquil spring night, on this quite cove nestled deep in the bowels of Sawyerville will erupt from chaos and discord, an unspeakable, veiled evil born out of weakness, imperfection, greed and self will. This explosion of raw unbridled emotions will turn into a chaotic conflict is nothing but an outward manifestation of many years of tumultuous, vicious, belittling, hounding and badgering brought on by the social expectations and insecurities of a mate. And then, what once seemed to the outside world a peaceful, quite and harmonious residence on Sweet Cove will detonate into a suburban inferno of terror and fear, for a festering evil will be released for the world to witness firsthand.

“Listen my children and you shall hear,
A tale of woe and fraught with fear…”

Next: Chapter The First

Till then, live in peace and live now.