Friday, 26 October 2012

Response 1: Ghosts of old


“Another scotch Al” I slurred.

Ice cubes clinked as he slid a glass down the bar.

“Y’know Al, the bitch is killing me. I can’t put up with her crap any more.”

“I hear ya” Al replied. He gets me, I thought. He feels my pain.

“I’m gonna have to deal with her” I added.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” Al offered. “Here, this’ll help” he said reaching under the bar and pulling out a revolver.

I looked up at him questioningly. He nodded reassuringly. “You know what to do”.

The police never found the murder weapon. I took them back to the bar where I got it but it was a derelict building, all boarded up; had been for decades.

I’m sat in the prison library browsing old newspapers and a headline catches my eye.

LOCAL BARMAN ALFRED WILKES SHOOTS WIFE & BURNS DOWN BAR.

1 comment:

  1. I wonder if his wife deserved murder? Surely she couldn't have been that bad!

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