The Suicide

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An elderly man thinks about suicide.

Submitted: April 12, 2015

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Submitted: April 12, 2015



The Suicide

By Joseph Logsdon

Retirement was driving Fred Morrison insane. Ever since Fred retired from being a lawyer, he felt an intense amount of depression. He was sick, so sick that he didn’t even bother to leave his house. Not only did he not have his health, but he also didn’t have his mind. At the end of the day, Fred was dying, and the sad thing was, he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Nora, bring me my medicine,” Fred requested, rising from his bed.

“Really, Fred, you should be resting,” Nora replied.

“Why? At the rate I’m going, I’ll be dead soon,” Fred huffed.

“As your wife, I demand that you get back in bed,” Nora commanded.

“Just because we’re married, doesn’t mean you have the right to treat me like dirt. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Why did you even marry me, anyway? I’m not rich, I’m not attractive, either. You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you. What do I have?”

“You have my love, that’s for sure,” Nora stated, kissing her husband.

“Yeah, but for how long? Let’s face it, when I start to lose my memory, you’ll leave me. Who could blame you? No one, and I mean no one, would want to take care of a dying man. Oh, that’s right, I’m already dying, I just can’t see it yet,” Fred cried.

“You’re wrong, I wouldn’t leave you, not for anything. Believe it or not, you’re the only man I’ve ever truly loved. If it weren’t for you, taking care of me and all, I don’t know where I would’ve gone. Now, if you’ll just relax, I’ll get you back into bed,” Nora stated.

“Nora, you wouldn’t cheat on me, would you?”

“Where did that question come from?”

“Oh, relax, it’s just a question,” Fred stated.

“Of course, I would never cheat on you. How could you even ask me that? I’m a decent woman, not some cheap whore! I’ll tell you something, I won’t be treated this way. If you think this little of me, I’ll leave!”

“Oh, come now, don’t be so dramatic. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go shopping? Don’t mind me, I’m not going anywhere,” Fred laughed.

“I don’t know, are you sure?”

“Go ahead, it’ll do you good,” Fred assured.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“I promise you, I won’t even know you’re gone,” Fred laughed.

Nora left the house, hoping to buy a new dress. When she returned, however, she knew something wasn’t right. Before she even had time to think, she came across a horrible scene. To her dismay, Fred’s body was floating in the pool. It was quite shocking, but as shocking as that was, it was nothing compared to what came after. In almost no time at all, the police were called to investigate. It seemed like a simple suicide, but was it, really?

“Mrs. Morrison, I’m going to ask you a few questions,” The detective stated, removing a cigarette from his pocket.

“Go ahead, I have nothing to hide,” Nora stated.

“You said you found your husband in the pool, correct?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Don’t you believe me?”

“Oh, sure, I believe you, it’s just that some things don’t really add up. Can you think of a reason why he wanted to commit suicide?”

“Well, he was sick, and he also thought he was going to die. He told me to go shopping, so I went, of course. There’s no crime in that, is there? I mean, how was I to know what he was going to do? You have to believe me, I didn’t suspect anything. That just shows what I knew as a wife, I guess,” she cried.

“You can save the tears,” the detective stated.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know you killed him,” the detective exclaimed.

“What put that idea into your head?”

“Well, for one thing, we found a note in your husband’s desk. He wrote it before he died, and do you know what it said? It said that you were having a dirty, adulterous affair, and that you were keeping it from him. Wait, it gets better! It didn’t say that you were going to kill him, only that you were going to run away with his money. Now, I don’t know about you, but that sounds like some pretty incriminating evidence, wouldn’t you agree?”

“That’s impossible, you got it all wrong. My husband wasn’t well, he wasn’t well at all. Why, just the other day, he insisted that I was Marilyn Monroe. I’m sure, by searching his medical record, you’ll find that he wasn’t in the right state of mind. He wrote that note, I won’t deny that, he probably even signed it, but I can assure you, he didn’t mean it,” she sighed.

“Even if you’re right, I still have to arrest you,” the detective stated.


“Because I believe evidence, not the opinion of some dumb bitch,” the detective laughed.

“Excuse me?”

“In this town, honey, we don’t fall for your kind of act. Sure, you’re pretty, you might even be beautiful. The thing is, there are plenty of beautiful women out there. Now, give me your fucking hand,” the detective commanded, handcuffing Nora.

“I’m innocent, you can’t do this!”

“Too bad, I just did,” the detective laughed.

The End







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