Friday, 13 January 2012
Thirty Seventh Friday Flash: The Bathroom
Lucy waddled into the bathroom with a mug of coffee in her hand, her pink fluffy slippers slapping on the floor. She placed it down next to her husband's DIY handbook.
“Still leaking, pass me the spanner.”
“Yes, dear.” She leaned down, her dressing gown getting a little wet.
“Don't dear me, if you didn't spend all our money on those stupid shoes we could have had that new bathroom fitted like we had planned.”
“They were on sale, besides I earn more than you and you know it.”
Her husband grunted something and mumbled under his breath.
“What did you say?” Her hands shaking, she was so sick of all the fighting.
“I said you're just as useless as your mother.”
Lucy kicked the steaming mug of coffee over.
“Ah!” There was a dull thud. Her husband's legs twitched, then there was utter silence.
Blood mixed with the spilled coffee, with trembling hands she checked for a pulse. There was none. She plopped down on the wet floor, quietly sobbing.
Would they believe it was an accident? Would they let her wear her new shoes in prison?