I did set today’s http://storyaday.org prompt ‘over’ as one of our exercises at tonight’s writing group and my 10 minute result was this…
“You know it’s been over for months.”
“If you felt like that why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“And you think it’s better to drag it out?”
“I was waiting.”
“I didn’t want to say anything but you would have found out anyway.”
“Found out what?”
“You don’t know her.”
“I know I don’t know her. Who is she?”
“You’re going to say ‘girlfriend’, aren’t you?
He couldn’t answer.
“She is, isn’t she?” Susan scowled.
He shook his head.”
“What IS she then?” Susan hissed.
“She’s my wife.”
That’s when I heard the screams. Through the walls. It probably would have been a kitchen knife, she’s a chef, but I couldn’t be sure. She knew how to chop things, dice and slice and he was her best yet. She’d studied biology at university – anatomy. Knew all about minimum impact, maximum pain.
Three hours apparently. Of course I’d thought it was the TV to start with. Well, you do don’t you? You don’t think that something like that is going to happen here. A sleepy village like Walbarton. Nothing exciting ever happens here.
I suppose it’s my fault. Oh, not them. I’m not Amy or anything like that but I needn’t have been listening that closely, heard every word. Glass against paper-thin plaster – it’s amazing what it can do.
Being the only witness, if you can call it that, I’ve been asked to testify but without a body I’m not sure how far it’ll go. They’ll try. They prosecute for anything these days.
And on that cheery note, I’m off to bed. 🙂