 | Genre: Wee story | Word count: 100 |
Dead Lucky
Jack Davey died the day I bought the gun.
As expected, the police had me in the frame. After all, Jack had run off with Hazel only two weeks before. But my alibi was solid: I was helping a neighbour lop a tree when Jack was gunned down in the street.
I tried calling Hazel but she wouldn’t speak to me.
Jack’s wife eventually confessed to shooting him. He’d walked out on her one too many times.
When I asked Hazel to come back, she said she was moving on.
The gun is loaded now.
Time I moved on, too.
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