The Luckiest Man

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Just a very short tale with a twist.

Submitted: December 29, 2017

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Greetings!

 

My name is Thatcher Millgrove, the 2nd. And if you are reading this then you are soon to know my story.

My life was full of prosperity and good fortune. Yes, there were those who said that I was the luckiest man that they had ever known.

I don't know if that was the case but I will admit that I had amassed a sizable fortune by the time I was 60 years old.

I was fortunate enough to marry one of the smartest and most beautiful women that I had ever met; she is 10 years my junior. And we have three happy, good looking, and successful children.

Other than the occasional cold, well, I don't think I was sick a day in my life. That was true until a few years ago, that is when a sudden and unexpected occurrence happened. But that was then and now is now.

 

Right now I am relaxing in my rather large and marble laden gardens. The gardens lead out from my sprawling patio and to the east of my Olympic sized pool; complete with waterfall and it's own tropical garden setting. The sports field and tennis courts are positioned around the perimeters.

I am watching my lovely wife reading her latest Book-of-the-month, "Who-Dun-It" murder mystery. She has a favorite yard-swing she retreats to for just that purpose.

I love to just sit and watch her. I enjoy the multitude of expressions that drift across her face as she passes through each chapter. I have to admit, she really gets into them.

The doctors say it is her avenue of escape, her blameless place where reality mixes with the stories from her books. The events of the past few years just seem to be a novel she's read, mixed among the others.

Ah, the butler has arrived to bring the afternoon tea. She takes it with a squeeze of lime and served over shaved ice. I know because that was both our favorite tea mixture, well, it was until that unfortunate night; nothing has been the same sense.

Odd, my wife has raised her book over her head(?).

She is screaming something, it sounds like "Ider"(?). --- No, not Ider,. She is screaming, "Spider"!

 

Greetings!

My name is Thatcher Millgrove, the 3rd. And if you are reading this then you are soon to know my story.

In my first life I was wealthy lawyer and in my second life I was a spider. Both times I was murdered by my beautiful, but totally insane wife.

D. Thurmond / JEF

12-28-2017


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