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Jessica Cambrook, 04 Jul '12

It serves me right.

July 4th 2012

Our Angie has done a great job with your coffin. She really has. Those daisy chains we always found scattering her room now have a purpose. Everyone agrees you're being buried with dignity and it was a touching ceremony. The complete opposite of your murder.

As you are lowered into the ground to your final resting place, I remember all the happy times we shared.

When we first met, how shy you were asking if I wanted a coffee. Our first kiss at a friend’s drunken house party. Our wedding at the local church, the beautiful dress you chose for me. Moving in together into a modest two bedroom house near my mother. Our first holiday abroad, to Egypt. Angela’s birth. Renewing our vows in the Caribbean after your pay rise.

Then, as I throw a handful of soil on top of you, I think of the bad times.

Our first argument, after I caught you flirting with that girl. At the restaurant, one of our first dates, and you ate some of my curry and had a horrible allergic reaction to the peanuts in it and had to go to hospital. When we almost became bankrupt and had to borrow money from your parents. Your face while you were telling me you had lost your job, but you were going to keep looking. When the doctor told us I had faulty fallopian tubes and we would never have children, and the guilt I felt. Angie’s fifth birthday, when I caught you and Yvonne in bed together. Texts on your phone talking about how boring and life sucking I was, and how excitingly beautiful she is. You, telling me you would only be with us another week, then you’d be going to live with Yvonne.

Then, the best of times.

Smearing peanut butter into your flask. Your coffee was strong enough to disguise the taste. They decided your death was accidental. It serves you right.

I saw Yvonne shortly after. The home wrecker wore all black with smudged mascara lining her cheeks. As if she had been hard done by, as if her life had come crashing down around her. As if her daughter had asked every day why daddy slept on the sofa and why mummy cried all the time.

July 12th 2012

Inconsistencies were found in your investigation. Case reopened. Maybe I should have gone with cremation. I didn’t think the police would dig up your body. Angie has gone to live with your parents. It serves me right.

Comments · 10

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  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    I came up with this idea at work today... Well, it was a pretty bad day! Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think :)

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Anthony Blackshaw said...

    I laughed out loud at "Then, the best of times. Smearing peanut butter into your flask."

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Ross Tarran said...

    Nice little story with quite a few twists squeezed in! So they did have a child (Angie), despite the faulty fallopian tubes?

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    Yeah, I decided the doctors were wrong and to give the woman some niceness. I'm bitter - they once said a benign tumour on my foot was cancerous buuuut it wasn't. Thanks for the nice comment :)

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    Thanks @Liam Volk for your kind words, it's always nice getting good feedback :)

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Rosalind Smith-Nazilli said...

    That is so cleverly written.. nothing like a woman scorned. But you know what they say about karma.. she certainly does now anyway.. Good job..xx

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    Thankyou @Rosalind Smith-Nazilli! I completely agree, nothing to gain from cheating *cough*Kristen Stewart*cough*

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Mairead O'Neill said...

    Haha this was great! Such an unexpected twist at the end. Very clever. I really liked it.

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    @Mairead O'Neill Thanks for the feedback! :D

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Mike Reyes said...

    Great piece of writing, holding us on the edge to the end, and the ending was very amusing when she found out what the police were about to do. I have my work cut out for me, this competition is challenging.

    • Posted 6 years ago