An empty glass~A broken pencil lead~A twitching eye,~A stranger.
by John Yeo
The storm had subsided when he entered the cottage. It had been a very rough night, with some damage to the homes in the village. A mighty Oak tree, that grew in the middle of the village green, had lost several branches to the very fierce winds.
The first thing that caught his eye as he closed the cottage door was an empty glass sitting in the middle of the coffee table. She usually took her medicine before she retired and took the glass of water into the bedroom with her. After a moment he realised this was a wine glass and he could still smell the residue of the wine in the bottom of the glass. Dutch courage he thought, as he took the empty glass into the kitchen. With the storm raging and shaking the cottage, she had probably had a drink before retiring for the night.
She had left him a note that looked half-finished. There was a pencil with a broken lead, lying on the table and he grinned, she had been too tired to sharpen the pencil and finish the note. Which read~
~ “I have gone to bed early as I have a………..X~
He smiled and his eye twitched as he thought of her cursing as she was unable to complete the note, amid the raging storm. She had always teased him about his twitching left eye that refused to stay still when he smiled.
Then with a crash, the bedroom door flew open and a stranger, dressed in black, rushed at him, knocked him down with an iron bar and fled through the cottage door, He fell to the ground with blood spurting from a gash in his head.
When he finally came to and felt the pain throbbing in his head, he took a minute or two to come back to consciousness. He struggled to his feet as he realised what had happened and he entered the bedroom.
The scene that met his eye shook him to the core of his being. There lying lifeless on the bed was his mauled, beaten molested wife, mutilated almost beyond recognition. It looked as if she had been attacked with an iron bar repeatedly beaten and beaten to death. The shock was overpowering and he staggered back with a sharp pain in his chest radiating through his left arm, as he had a massive heart-attack and died instantly.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved.
by John Yeo
The storm had subsided when he entered the cottage. It had been a very rough night, with some damage to the homes in the village. A mighty Oak tree, that grew in the middle of the village green, had lost several branches to the very fierce winds.
The first thing that caught his eye as he closed the cottage door was an empty glass sitting in the middle of the coffee table. She usually took her medicine before she retired and took the glass of water into the bedroom with her. After a moment he realised this was a wine glass and he could still smell the residue of the wine in the bottom of the glass. Dutch courage he thought, as he took the empty glass into the kitchen. With the storm raging and shaking the cottage, she had probably had a drink before retiring for the night.
She had left him a note that looked half-finished. There was a pencil with a broken lead, lying on the table and he grinned, she had been too tired to sharpen the pencil and finish the note. Which read~
~ “I have gone to bed early as I have a………..X~
He smiled and his eye twitched as he thought of her cursing as she was unable to complete the note, amid the raging storm. She had always teased him about his twitching left eye that refused to stay still when he smiled.
Then with a crash, the bedroom door flew open and a stranger, dressed in black, rushed at him, knocked him down with an iron bar and fled through the cottage door, He fell to the ground with blood spurting from a gash in his head.
When he finally came to and felt the pain throbbing in his head, he took a minute or two to come back to consciousness. He struggled to his feet as he realised what had happened and he entered the bedroom.
The scene that met his eye shook him to the core of his being. There lying lifeless on the bed was his mauled, beaten molested wife, mutilated almost beyond recognition. It looked as if she had been attacked with an iron bar repeatedly beaten and beaten to death. The shock was overpowering and he staggered back with a sharp pain in his chest radiating through his left arm, as he had a massive heart-attack and died instantly.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved.
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