A single shot
Valentine’s Day 2014
James feels the phone in his pocket deciding whether he should text or not. He hates arguing with her but in the last few weeks it had become a bad habit. Everyday she had done things to inflame his temper. Shouting, screaming, slamming doors, a sulky drive followed by conciliatory texts.
Today he decides will be different. No texts – a quick return home – make her see that the arguing must stop.
Opening the front door he calls out softly, “Hello.”
Then he sees Ruth’s ashen corpse propped in a leather chair and remembers what he has done.
About the Author
Janet Bunce lives in Epping Forest with her husband and is a Director in Financial Services. She hopes to find more time for writing in 2014.
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