Terrence had just finished putting his wife’s corpse in the back of his car and cleaning up the kitchen in the house when his wife’s sister knocked at the door. This was the last thing Terrence wanted. He had planned the murder meticulously, and a large part of the planning was to do with how to get rid of the body. He hadn’t planned that Rhona’s sister would turn up in the middle of it all.
“Where’s Rhona?” asked Astrid.
“She went yesterday to visit a sick friend,” said Terrence. “She’ll probably be away for a few days.”
“Strange,” said Astrid. “She usually tells me things like that.”
Terrence wished she’d leave. He had to invite her inside. He had to act normally. Thank goodness he’d cleaned up the mess in the kitchen where Rhona had been baking when the deed was done. It hadn’t been more than quarter of an hour since he’d killed Rhona. The body in the back of the car would still be warm.
Astrid volunteered to go into the kitchen to make coffee. “Sure,” said Terrence.
A few minutes later Astrid called out from the kitchen.
“Do you want me to take the cake out of the oven?”
“What cake?” answered Terrence.
“Well it hasn’t been in the oven for any longer than 25 minutes.”
Terrence now has two bodies to get rid of.
Crime only begets crime, I guess. But I’m not here to dwell on the moral of the story, and the themes explored. It’s almost midnight here and I can’t think of a better way of entertaining myself other than by reading some classic Goodman Gore!
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Thanks, Nitin!
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And, I get my early morning fix here in Australia, Nitin. Thank goodness for Bruce, eh?
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Definitely. I’m amazed at his consistency. How does one manage to produce quality flash fiction with great twists and a hint of satire time and again? No wonder you call him Bruce Almighty.
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And, he is multi-talented and humble, a rare combination.
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Thanks – that’s almost spooky!!
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Thanks – that’s almost spooky!!
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Wrong place wrong time… Astrid was too helpful.
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Some of us are lucky to be alive.
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That is when Emily barged in!
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Emily did indeed barge in, but there’s getting to be little room left in the back of the car. So we’ll all have to wait until the murderer gets a truck.
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I would rather have no truck with murderers.
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I had to use (in the story) “back of the car” because some people use “trunk of the car” and I use “boot of the car”. And I thought half the world would know one and not the other… Same goes for hood and bonnet!
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I’m glad he waited until she’d put the cake in the oven. Murder can be hungry work ……or so I’m told.
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I agree- but I prefer biscuits.
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An inconvenient oversight….but Astrid was bound to become too nosy for her own good….
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Yes – she was very forward.
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