Silver Locket
Silver LocketMargaret had been planning it for a long time. The more she thought about it, the more excited she got. Henry her husband had grown old and feeble. His insanity had grown with his age, and she grew tired of his mad antics. Retired, he was really of no use to her anymore, seeing how he wasn’t earning any money. She would gain more from him in death than in life. With the insurance money she would collect, she would have enough money to move to Jamaica and lay low for a while with her Latin lover Pedro, the pool boy. He was going to die.
“But how?” She pondered as she conspired in her journal, “How am I going to dispose of him, and make it look like an accident?” After countless hours of speculation, she had arrived at no conclusion. She decided she would sleep on it. Henry returned from his evening at the library in a good mood “ Honey, I am home,” he announced while trekking mud into the house. She shuddered at the mere sound of his very words. The thought of spending another mundane evening with the senile old fool repulsed her. “Hey sweetie”, she replied, and planted a crocodile kiss on his forehead. “What do you want for dinner sugar?” “ I don’t care,” mumbled Henry, as he retired to his rocking chair, paper in lap, and pipe in mouth.
Margaret nudged her food around her plate, while faking interest with Henry’s circuitous stories. “Some maniac almost ran me over today while crossing the street,” Henry stated. Just then it hit her. She knew exactly how she was going to dispose of him. She would rent a car under a false name and run him over. So it was arranged. This would be his last dinner. There was a wicked gleam in her eye, like a beam of light reflecting off of a malevolent guillotine, dangling over the head of an innocent victim. Blood surged to her head, accompanied by uncontrollable giddiness, followed by ominous laughter, as she took pleasure in the fact of eliminating her husband from her life.
Enthusiastically, she scribbled in her journal, devising the ways and means of her plan. She decided on renting a car with a fake name and address. This was going to require the acquisition of a fraudulent driver’s license. Once acquired, she would rent the car, wait for Henry to go on one of his long walks, preferably at night, and perform a hit and run. Afterwards, she would dispose of the car, and return home unnoticed. It was the perfect crime.
Everything had been taken care of. She scrutinized her journal for any flaws in the plan. The car had been rented and parked in a car lot, only two blocks from the house. She was packed, and the plane tickets to Jamaica for her and Pedro, had already been purchased. After the deed...
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