But With My Heart The Other Eye Doth See
This post is part of a fiction series. If this is your first visit to the series, please read the first post here: http://andrawatkins.com/2013/04/22/out-of-sight/ the second post here: http://andrawatkins.com/2013/04/23/out-of-mind/ and the third post here: http://andrawatkins.com/2013/04/24/one-eye-yet-looks-on-thee/ BEFORE reading today’s installment.
Do you think it’s possible to kill a person without ever laying a finger on him? Oh, I don’t mean hiring hit men and that hogwash. When committing a crime, it’s best to leave a trail you can explain…….in your favor.
But, I mean seriously……..can you compel a person to make a particular choice? One that does him in, even if he doesn’t know he signed his own death certificate?
He taught me how to kill him when he killed my wife.
I’m a better student than most. He forgot what watching her die a slow death would do to a man like me.
He underestimated me.
It’s one thing to throw a life preserver to a person who’s drowning in open water. Maybe they make it; maybe they don’t. It’s something else to let them drown in the juices made by their own bodies.
An internal assault. Ah, that’s always harder to uncover.
Making me move Ann further South was her death sentence. He knew it. He didn’t care.
So, I didn’t care when I heard that he was ill. Vulnerable. With one of my men as an escort. Getting rid of him was an internal assault. It was his reflection that did it.
I didn’t have to be involved. I just provided the mirror.
That’s how I saw it. I did. I saw it all.
Newer readers may not be prepared for my fiction. It’s dark, and I don’t always know where it’s heading when I start. Nevertheless, a series of fiction, for however long the voices hang around. Enjoy, and thank you for reading, for commenting and for spending time in my microscopic corner of the web.