A Gangsters Wife

Chapter 1

     It was a sunny day, pleasant and calm in which her home lit up like a bulb. The edges corners and crevices of her small flat were illuminated by the streaming light. She didn’t know what time it was but it must have been fairly late in the day. She lay on her bed, her face blankly staring at the white ceiling plastered above her. The cotton night gown she wore didn’t help the cold chill she felt from the open window. Her mouth slightly ajar, her eyes as big as the sun just staring at the empty ceiling. She wasn’t thinking about anything because everything she wanted to think about had already been thought, written on a small piece of notebook paper and carefully folded, sitting on top of the bed stand.

     Her husband walked in in that same way he always did. Stumbling and dazed, his eyes were in that same manner— blood shot and glazed. The suit he had borrowed from his cousin seemed warned out and his newly waxed black leather shoes had now been layered with a coat of dry mud. His bottom lip trembled uncontrollably. This reflex made his whole body twitch, jumping from muscle to muscle. He slowly shut the door behind him and absurdly stumbled into his small living space. As he walked past the filthy kitchen counter, he took out a small packet from his suit. Full of a white powered substance, it was no bigger than a pack of cigarettes. His footing quickened as he entered the room in which he saw her laying on the bed.

     A smile slowly stretched across his face when he saw his wife. He was eager to show her his new accomplishment in retrieving the packet full of the white powdered substance. But as he approached her bedside, he noticed the pool of blood forming around her thin body. Her night gown did little in managing to soak up her own sanguine.

     It was then that he finally saw the chaos of the room slowly unfold before his eyes. She sunlight left no excuse when glowing the walls of the room with traces of splattered blood. A broken lamp here, a shattered picture frame there. But it was the burning hole in his wife’s chest that oozed the truth, bright and red.

     They had gotten her. His lovely wife. So cold and lifeless she felt on the bed. The only thing that seemed to move from her soul was the gentle fluttering of the note she had gingerly placed on the bed stand just moments before…