Cashing in

So it had come to this.

Sitting in the scoop shaped seat, arms draped over the side with a cigarette smouldering in the holder loosely clasped between her fingers, head cocked to one side as she stared pensively down at the ladder in the hose covering her left knee while maintaining the pose for her husband, the photographer; the artist.

She should have known.

He’d been vague with her lately, evasive.  He’d been spending more and more time away from her, always working on some project, some pretty young model or other.


So now here she was, disappointed that their shot-gun marriage hadn’t worked out, that he’d amateurishly poisoned the cigarette with an obvious poison easily detected; offended that he would assume that she was that stupid, that he wanted to cash her in for the life insurance policy.

He would have to die, by accident of course.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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14 Responses to Cashing in

  1. oberon732013 says:

    Nicely done. I hadn’t noticed the cigarette. I liked the idea of the shot gun marriage. Life insurance can be a real temptation.

  2. zookyworld says:

    You certainly pack a great deal into a small amount of words… a very good thing she easily detected the poisoned cigarette (a great idea, though). And I have faith she has the imagination for a clever accident.

  3. As usual very clever…I hope she thought of a fitting come-up-ence.

  4. Wombat says:

    Excellently done, and now I’m wishing *I’d* thought of a poisoned ciggie, too.

  5. The Real Cie says:

    Turnabout is fair play. Go get him, Girl!

  6. Ooh. What caused the shotgun wedding? Was she in love? Pregnant? Or just bored? There’s life outside of this writing. Its nice. 🙂

  7. Ooh! I like it! You went in a similar direction to me. That made this all the more fun to read.
    And what a silly, silly husband! Thinking her to be so stupid. Now he must suffer.

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