Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the one hundred and twenty-seventh piece in this series. This week’s is a 282-worder by yours truly, Morgen Bailey. This story will be podcasted in episode 39 (with three other stories / with two other stories and some 6-worders) on Sunday 19th April.
Bad Timing (© Morgen Bailey)
I hadn’t meant to do it. Really, I hadn’t. Sorry, I can’t help smiling. It had been at the back of my mind for a while but I never planned… still hadn’t until I looked down and there it was: the knife in his stomach.
If only he’d bought me a Valentine’s Day card it wouldn’t have come to this. He’d forgotten Year Four, a long way off the seven-year-itch we’d hobbled through last February. You’d think marrying on the 14th would have reminded him. I’d said just before Year One that he’d not needed to get me an anniversary card as Valentine’s was far more romantic. Why be reminded of the most expensive day of your life – even if we’d opted for a registry office?
But here we are; Year Eight and he’d forgotten both. He did have a lot on his mind; another round of redundancies looming, his colleagues getting thinner on the ground each month. So I suppose it wasn’t really his fault. It was just bad timing.
I was peeling onions and he took my tears for… to be expected when he saw the vase of roses and knew they weren’t from him. He’d come home early. I’d meant to put them away, give them to Sheila next door. She lost her Jim at Christmas. Well, ‘lost’ him to that Nancy at number thirty-four. Always thought she was a bit free and easy with…
The knife. I’d picked the sharpest one. Onions are tough and the supermarket had only had giant ones so I had to have the longest blade to be sure it would do the job.
And it had. Shame, he was wearing his favourite shirt.
Here I usually ask my guest what prompted this piece, so this is what prompted me…