Green About the Gills – A Micro Story

This is a very little story so I’m not going to spend much time introducing it, but I’ve been deep in writers block for weeks now and so this was the result of really pushing myself to just write from the cuff and see what happened. Let me know what you think. 


Sit down. No, not there. The chair by the fire is much more comfortable. I’ll put the kettle on and join you in a moment. When we’ve had chance to enjoy the tea, I’ll tell you about my little murder. Don’t look so surprised. How else would you find me here. Of course, I knew it was a risk, sending the box to the papers, but I’m older than I look. I’m starting to feel it you know. There, the kettle’s on the hob. It’ll be whistling in no time. What was I saying?

Oh that’s right. I don’t notice quite where you’d expect. I was chopping wood for the fire yesterday. My husband, he used to take care of that but… well we’re getting to him. Anyway, I went all morning and didn’t feel it, but when I got up to answer the door just then. Oh you’d think I’d been buried already. There we go. That’s the water boiled. Now, where did I put that towel. I like the old kettles, but you you’ve to be careful. The handles get hot like you wouldn’t believe. It was tea you wanted, wasn’t it dear? I have some coffee somewhere but I couldn’t tell you how good it was. We don’t drink it, Bertie and I. There. I’ll give you the good mug. We got that shortly after we moved in, from Burrows, on the high street. Do you remember it? No, you probably wouldn’t. It didn’t close all that long ago, but the standards had been slipping since to rules on selling baccy changed. You don’t smoke, do you dear? No. It’s a nasty habit. Stains your fingers. I used to tell him off, but he never listened. Now isn’t that good? I only buy the best teabags, y’know.

Alright, don’t look at me like that. I’m getting to it. You saw the box I suppose? Letter, newspaper clippings and all that. I don’t know why I kept them. Why does anyone do anything. I suppose I just wanted someone to know, I never thought there’d be spotty boys from the newspaper at my door. Truth is, I thought if anyone pieced to together it would be the police. Young people are so ambitious today though, aren’t they. Anyway, I put in my little notes and all those thoughtful missing person articles they ran in the local paper for me. I suppose a photo was a little too much but I got carried away. I didn’t even say how I did it.

“Well.”

Oh, it speaks at last, does it.

“Maybe I could tell your side of the story, before it all comes out. You know? Make things go a bit easier for you.”

That sounds a little too good to be true, if you don’t mind me saying. What is it with young people today. So detached from reality.

“I could try. Why don’t you tell me what happened and we’ll go from there.”

Oh it’s not very complicated. You can be doing the same thing your whole life, and then one day you don’t want to do it anymore. Haven’t you ever felt like that?

“No, not really.”

Pity. It’s quite enlightening. You know, they say guns are so dangerous not because they’re so lethal, but because it’s so easy to pull the trigger.

“You shot him?”

Oh no, what do you take me for. But I’ve had a long time to think about it, guns are so quick aren’t they, but it didn’t take much more thought for me. I just slipped a spoonful of rat poison into his tea and… Oh what’s the matter dear? You look positively green about the gills.