Edward King was 92 when he moved into a care home. He hadn’t wanted to leave his house. ‘I’m perfectly all right,’ he told his daughter.
Edward, a retired builder, had lived alone, ever since his wife Doris had run off 20 years before with an encyclopaedia salesman.
Shortly after Edward’s daughter sold the house, the new owners found the body of a man behind a false wall. Detectives naturally thought it was the encyclopaedia salesman and went to see Edward, but he kept telling them, ‘Stop harassing me. You’ve got the wrong man.’
Detectives soon found out, indeed, that the dead body had never been an encyclopaedia salesman. ‘Told you you had the wrong man,’ said Edward. ‘I put Doris’s lover under the patio.’
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Beautiful in its simplicity 🙂
Thank you, Sally. I appreciate that, because I must admit I’m not entirely happy with it. Can’t put my finger on why, though.
Revisit it in about a week or so and then decide if you like it or not 🙂
Good idea 🙂
Now that one pulled the rug out from under the feet at the end! Great stuff! 😀
Thanks Bruce. I was in a bit of a hurry when I wrote it. It could be a bit more polished. But never mind. Onwards and upwards, and I do think of my blog as a kind of notebook for future reference.
*gglsnrt*
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American “text speak” for “giggle-snort”, a phrase expressing amusement in a behind-your-hand kind of way. 🙂
like that. sounds scandinavian. something that Vikings would do, maybe….
Now I’m just laughing out loud! Yes. Exactly!
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Excellent!
Thank you!