Nickael McArthur walked into the church, dreads in a bun, dark Ray Ban black shades, a white flared dress and purple flats. Today was supposed to be marked as a sad day. However, Nickael wasn't sad or even bothered. Losing one's husband should mean something; for Nickael, it meant nothing. Although seemingly like an outstanding person and husband, Arlo McArthur was anything but. While he never laid a physical hand on Nickael, the mental scars he subjected her to were far worse than any physical touch could have done.
On the outside, Nickael is a famous writer who is known for the impossible twists and turns in her book. Things always go differently than they are supposed to. This was based on her life being completely different from what people saw or thought. For this reason, Nickael played the role she was supposed to, knowing she would never again be subjected to Arlo's mental prison.
Nickael walked all the way to the casket that held her husband and mentally smiled. She didn't dare smile for anyone to see but smiled nonetheless. What she didn't notice was the man who came to stand next to her.
"Nickael McArthur, you are under arrest for the murder of Arlo McArthur."
The Entanglement of Arlo McArthur....one of five short stories presented in Welcome 2 the World of Shorts