ManyWriters

Darling is a fanatic of mystery novels.
Murder, dismemberment - the gorier, the better.
She always reads a bit before bed.
To be honest, watching her devour those books with such relish every night kind of freaks me out.
One evening, she was at it again.
Curiously, I asked her if those books were really that interesting.
Or if she had any... thoughts.
She posed a question to me:
"What do you think is the hardest part about killing someone?"
"Erasing the evidence?"
"Wrong."
"Disposing of the body?"
"Wrong."
After I guessed incorrectly a few times, she told me what she thought was the toughest part of murder:
"Choosing the victim."

My Bedmate

"Aren't you curious about what happened next?"


Seeing that I remained silent for a long time, my wife pinched my earlobe and whispered in my ear.


My attention was now focused on her hand. My earlobe is a sensitive spot, and she knows it well.


"Weren't you interested in my story at first?"


Hearing my darling's question gave me a feeling.


She had been waiting for a very long time, finally getting the chance to tell me this story.


She had prepared this story for a very, very long time.


But I didn't understand why she was telling me all this now. Was it because the time had come?


Or was it related to the prison she visited?


"I'm still curious about your story, but it's pretty frustrating when you keep stopping and starting."


"I swear to God, I can finish it tonight.


Chapter 6