The Ending
Katherine Rochholz
Copyright 2019 All
Rights Reserved
Flash Fiction
I had a checklist in life. Military. Check. Buy a
ranch. Check. Marriage. Check. Kid. Check. Tell my kid legends of magpies and
fairytales with song birds. Check. What I didn’t plan was a stroke and the
commotion and upheaval it would have on my life while I tried to heal. What I
didn’t plan on was that one I day I would remove this band from my finger.
Because I meant it when I said ‘Death Do Us Part.’
I was sitting in the living room after my in home
nurse left, after I had done my daily physical therapy. I decided I wanted some
mangos, so I grabbed the cane; I loathed the damn wheel chair, and made my way
to the kitchen. I stopped wright out the door when I heard a simper from my
wife. I had a scowl on my face; I hadn’t heard that sound from my wife in a
long time, since before my stroke a year ago. So, I had to stop and listen to
what could make her sound that happy.
“Of course he doesn’t suspect a thing. He is just
hoping to get work the ranch again. He only cares about this damn ranch. As
soon as he is dead I am selling the damn thing.” He is a fool,” she stated. “I
can’t wait until we make love again either, Rich. I will see you this weekend?”
There was a silence before she said, “love you too.” And she hung up the phone.
She started to finish the dinner she was cooking.
I ran my thumb over my wedding band. So that is what
she had really been doing during her club meetings. I put on a smile and went
to get my mangos. I then called a ride after cutting them up. “Dear, I am going
into town.” I told her as I wheeled myself from the house.
I made a trip to my lawyer, made sure my son got
everything if I died, from the ranch to the insurance, to all the money I had
saved. And nothing to the woman I thought was the love my life, she would pay
for her betrayals. After all, everything was in my name. She married me and was
a house wife, she came with nothing, and she would get nothing. I had a plan
and there were no guarantees, if I would make it out of it, and I needed to
protect my son, and my gift to him.
Three weeks later my wife was driving me to a doctor’s
appointment when I grabbed the wheel and swerved us into a tree. I felt the van
rolling after the hit to the tree, and when it came to a stop I moved from my
chair to crawl out of the van. I checked my wife, who lay dying. “I said death
do us part, whore.” I then, with a twist of my arms, broke her neck. I
collapsed as I pressed my emergency call button telling them that we were in an
accident. I lay upon the ground with a
smile as I heard the ambulance and the cops coming. I closed my eyes and my
world went black.
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