‘I don’t remember, Inspector.’ He cupped his forehead with his hands in frustration, ‘She always called me absent-minded.’
Inspector Kay shrugged, ‘I see it simple. You injected your wife with an overdose of insulin. She died.’
‘But, she needed intravenous insulin therapy,’ He protested. ‘Type-2 diabetes. I begged her to reduce her weight. We regularly fought over the issue.’
‘Your neighbors say that you and your wife fought a lot?’
‘We did argue a bit, but who doesn’t?’
‘Very convenient,’ Kay grunted.
‘Convenient? I have a poor memory, Inspector. What happened was an accident.’
‘I’m pretty sure your attorney will get you off on technicality citing your memory, but what happened was premeditated murder. You just happened to forget to close your wife’s IV line, eh?’
He hung his head down. Kay wouldn’t understand. No one would. His memory was bad – so bad that he didn’t even remember whether he loved his wife or hated her.
Oh, sometimes I wish I could forget things like that. Might make certain things easier.
YAY!! Great start to the month.
Stu
Tale Spinning
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Wow! I’m not sure whether to feel bad for him or hope he gets put away for his wife’s death. Such a complex character in a short piece.
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As the writer, I’m still clueless how his character might evolve in case I ever chose to extend this story. I was having doubts and just let them come on the screen. Thanks for the comment, SM
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That’s some really bad memory there.
Well written.
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Me too! I read B first and then A. Interesting posts!!
Will keep an eye out for the rest.
Cheers,
Dream
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Read B first, then A. Wow, really looking forward to the rest of your alphabet!
Donna B McNicol, author & traveler
Romance & Mystery…writing my life
A-Z Flash Fiction Tales: http://dbmcnicol.blogspot.com
A-Z of Goldendoodles: http://ourprimeyears.blogspot.com
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