Phase Three: The setup. Tom stepped onto the porch of his late wife’s ex-lover. He probably hasn’t even heard that she’s dead. He rang the doorbell and stepped back away from the door. “Hello.” The door swung open revealing the dark tanned body of a thirty-something man. “What can I do for you?”

Tom pulled out the same gun that he had used on his wife and moved the man back without a word. The living room was simply furnished with a couch, chair, and TV set. “Just take a seat on the couch.” Tom moved around the room shutting the curtains. “What’s your name?”

“Charles.”

“Charles what?” I betcha this guy’s already wet his pants.

“Dorten. Charles Dorten.”

“Good. Now Charles Dorten, you have a gun don’t you?”

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Charles sat motionless on the couch and tried hard to ignore the question. Tom swung around and planted the gun against Charles’ forehead. “Charles, the problem here is that I asked a question and you didn’t answer. I don’t like problems. Let’s try not to have anymore, OK?”

Charles made himself nod. He could feel the cold metal barrel of the gun rub against his temple as he did. “I’m glad you understand. You do have a gun somewhere around here don’t you?”

Charles nodded again and pointed toward the hallway off to the left. “Let’s go get it shall we.” They made their way down the hall and into the bedroom. Charles pulled out the top drawer of his dresser and reached inside. “Wait!” Charles froze as Tom shoved the gun into his back. “What do you think I’m stupid or something. Go sit on the bed.” Tom reached inside the dresser and found the gun. An ASP 9mm, this guy could really waste someone with this. He popped the clip and tossed the gun to Charles.

“Might as well do it in here, I guess.”

“Do what?” Charles hazarded the question as he sat the gun down on his bed.

“Do you know who I am?” He probably did her right here, on this bed. Yes, this would be the perfect place for him to do it.

“No.”

“I’m Joan’s husband and don’t even try denying your affair. I’m the one who made her call you over and end it.”

“Yea, it’s over. What do you want now?” Charles begin to panic, thinking of every horrific end to this scene. He had never imagined it would be like this.

“I killed Joan last night and now I’m going to kill you. Or should I say you’re going to commit suicide.”

“You killed …” He couldn’t believe this was happening. Why did this guy make her end it and then want to kill them? This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. “Joan.” He whispered.

“Don’t worry you’ll be joining her soon enough.”

Traveller, writer, reader, and recovering procrastinator.