Triangle

Roger Noons

Triangle

A very large brandy

“… Don’t worry, she has no idea …”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Certain and I’ve worked out how I’m going to deal with it.”

    “What are you going to do?”

    “You don’t need to know my love, no need to worry your pretty little head, but soon, we are going to be together, I promise.”

    “I hope so.”

    “I know so … in a few weeks, at this time of night, I’ll be undressing you and without needing to hurry. I’ll be caressing you, kissing your breasts …”

    “Oh John, you’re making me wet …”

    His own arousal was such that he did not register the click.

    “John, I think you better ring off or I’ll be …”

    “Alright my darling, until tomorrow, sleep tight …”

    “I love you John.”

    “Goodnight Agnes my love.”

    As he walked towards the kitchen, he called, “Usual Chloé?”

    Hearing no reply, he stepped through the doorway into the large, attractively furnished sitting room.

    “Would you like …?”

The screwdriver was driven upwards into his flesh, pausing only when her wrist was halted by his breastbone. The tip of the ten-inch blade pierced his right ventricle. She held the handle until she could no longer support his weight and he fell to the floor. She stared at the stain, surprised that as it spread across the material of his blue shirt, it was a rusty brown colour. The expelled liquid was frothy and although she believed her husband to be dead, there were ugly noises coming from his partly open mouth. The odour of his body’s reaction reached her nostrils.

    As in a trance, she slowly walked to the telephone, on the table alongside the larger of the two sofas. The television was still playing with the sound turned low. She carefully pressed the numbers of her sister’s mobile.

    “Hello, 077 …”

    “Agnes I …”

    “Chloé?”

    “You better come round.”

About the Author

Having spent the best part of thirty-five years writing reports on such subjects as ‘Provision of Caravan Sites for Travellers’ and ’Aspects of Pest Control in the Urban Environment’, Roger Noons began even more creative writing in 2006, when he completed a screenplay for a friend who is an amateur film maker. After the film was made, he wrote further scripts and having become addicted, began to pen short stories and poems. He occasionally produces memoirs and other non-fiction. He has begun to perform his poems, and has just published ’An A to Z by RLN’, an anthology of 26 short stories. He intends by the end of the year to have followed that up with a novella.

He is a member of two Writers Groups and tries his hardest to write something every day. As well as CaféLit, he has had credits in West Midlands newspapers, The Daily Telegraph, Paragraph Planet, Raw Edge and a number of Anthologies.

Roger is a regular contributor to the CaféLit site and a couple of his stories have been selected for theBest of CaféLit 2012.