Averill was described as “a petite little thing” but she had a will of steel. Once something got into her head there was no letting go. It was this bloody-mindedness that made her determined to find her late husband’s wallet.
She had gone through all the cupboards, all the drawers, even the laundry pile. She had looked under the seats in the car. She looked beneath the furniture and down the back of the sofa cushions. All to no avail.
It was now almost fourteen years since her husband had passed away. She had long forgotten about the wallet.
And then she remembered; for no reason at all she remembered. The wallet was in the back pocket of his trousers. He would still have them on. He was wearing them when she had shoved his body into the freezer after she shot him.
Ha! I love it.
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Thanks – nothing like a good murder to brighten the morning (my morning that is – it’s Thursday here in New Zealand).
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Agree. A cup of coffee and a corpse will really jump start your day.
On a side note, it’s a dream of mine to go to New Zealand and backpack the Te Araroa Trail. Your country looks beautiful.
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It’s a 3000 kilometre hike – so bring a raincoat, or at least an umbrella.
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I’m ready.
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Sleeping with the fish fingers!
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The other day she had trouble extracting the frozen chicken livers from the freezer. They had iced over on his left elbow.
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🤣🤣 Nice one!
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Well at least she doesn’t need to dig him up to get the wallet back!
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Hah, that was what I was expecting her to do. Bruce has trained us to expect the worst, then he gives us the twist.
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Yes, I was sure ‘the colour pink’ was going to end in murder!
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The colour of murder is red, Andrea!
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What a shame – after years’ of training – that I shall disappear!
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My mornings will be so dull from the 5th day.
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Join the club.
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Well, you know what you can do to fix it, BA.
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You always look on the bright side.
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My middle name is Eeyore.
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At least it’s not Poo.
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LOL!!!!
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It’s your influence Bruce 🙂
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Oh, goodness Bruce. I did get a startled laugh from that last line. So are you stopping with the stories or will you start something new?
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Stopping for a while anyway – not sure what but 5 years of blogging stories has got a bit boring!!!
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I’m sure you could find something to write about.
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I was thinking of writing something other than a blog – like a novel or something!
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Then you could give it to us in installments!!!!
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Apparently, a steely will is no guarantee to a great memory. Incidentally, I liked the way the character unfolded.
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Thanks. There is a whole novel in her living for 14 years with a body in her freezer!??
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A trilogy, or perhaps more. I suspect she was a good hand at embalming too.
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Well, thank heavens she froze him and won’t have to dig him up! …although she might have to thaw him to get into that back pocket.
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I’m a bit late commenting, but I saw that one coming. 🙂
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Aha! The voice of experience!
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