Don't Play With Fire

Don't Play With Blood

It had been two hours that I have been sitting with my laptop in a coffee shop thinking of a plot for my dream story and drinking cups of coffee. But the idea was simply not coming. It was tough to be a writer. Since I have decided to be a writer, make fame and money. So it was a crucial thing to be creative. Finding a plot was a very big task. I have been trying to find a plot for my debut movie but despite 3 months of breaking my mind, I was yet to make up an original plot. Suddenly my phone ranged!! the caller was my wife. “Where are you hon?” she asked. “I was just relaxing out at a coffee zone in Las Colinas Restaurant, I'll be here for some more time.”

“Don't take much time. Please be on time for lunch at 1 p.m.” she abruptly ended up the call. I work as a  bank agent at HSBC bank in New York City, Since the thought of becoming a writer entered my head, I have been looking to find the perfect plot. It was 11 a.m. on a Sunday, I glanced around at the people while having my Cappuccino. A young couple was sitting at a corner table and an old man in his sixties was reading a newspaper alone at a table. A young family of three sat at the center table. The child was crying. His mother was trying to stop the boy from crying. Half an hour passed, and The cafe was almost full. Suddenly a young woman entered the cafe. She was wearing black trousers and a blue top with a colorful scarf wrapped around her head. She looks around for an empty table, but there was none. She looked at my table and luckily the opposite chair of my table was empty. She came straight towards my table.

“May I join you?’’ she asked, I realize that this was the only table that was half vacant so  I just allowed her. I also noticed that she had a black bag hanging on her shoulders which She kept the bag away from her. She looked at me and said “Thanks for the seat, sir!!! I hope I am not disturbing you.” “No, it is okay. I am sitting all alone here, it would be nice to have company!” I replied. She ordered a Cappuccino too, then she got busy looking at her texts on her mobile. I was thinking of starting a conversation with the lady. “This place is really good!! I often visit this cafe”  I started the conversation. She didn’t reply.

“I am a bank agent  but I decided to become a writer now and become famous like Sir William Shakespeare!!!” I continued, “what about you?” The lady took a sip of her Cappuccino and replied  “My name is Cynthia and I’m an events organizer!!” she replied with disturbance. “You look troubled, Is everything okay?” I asked. "She remained quiet for a minute then she answered. “Yes I am a bit disturbed, But I don’t want to trouble you. You are a stranger,” again she started looking at her texts. “You can believe me!” She immediately answered, “How do I?”
“The reason was that  I have heard believer a lot of times, hahaha!” She laughed at me as if I had cracked a joke. I was serious about it. I never spoke of it as she started a conversation. “Well, I have a friend who wants to kill her husband. She wants me to be a part of her plan.” She replied. “Want to crack a joke,” I replied. “It was not a joke!” She replied again. “Maybe I can get some interesting plot for my story from this situation. I wanted to know your story if you don’t mind at all!” I asked. “My friend that I mentioned was my best friend, we had studied in the same school in New York City. Her husband is rude, she wants to get rid of him and has plans to kill him. I have tried to stop her but she is not willing to listen to me!” I cleared my throat and said, “Why can’t your friend give a divorce to her husband or call the cops.”

“She has tried a few times but he chases her and finds her always and brings her home. This time she wants to get rid of him fully so that he cannot find her again.” “How am I supposed to help her in this situation?” she asked, “But a plot for my story was coming to my mind. So I am interested to know what happens after. How does her friend attempt to kill her husband?  Does she kill? I wanted to hear the full story, but suddenly my phone ranged again. My wife called. “It is getting late and I am sorry that I cannot help you in this matter. But please let me know what happens next if ever we meet again.” I got up from the table with my laptop.
“Oh what was your name again?” she asked. I don’t know why I shared my thoughts with you, anyways thanks for your time.” I shouldn’t tell my original name to her, I think, I do not want to get into any trouble   “Well my name is…forget it, that does not matter a lot. I will have to leave.  Bye!” I asked for the bill and paid and got into my car to drive home, I am thinking what if the lady was speaking the truth? What happens next?  Anyway, it was too late now. I will have to reach home now. I have promised to take my wife out for dinner tonight. It had been a long time since we had gone out together. But anyways I have got the plot of my story. My story will say about how a woman killed her husband. The suspense and the drama will make it a huge success.

I reached home within half an hour. I put my car in the parking lot of my area. Reached my house and ranged the calling bell. My wife opened the door with a big smile on her face. “You are late.” She complains. “I have cooked your favorite dish for lunch today.” It is fried rice and chicken gravy for lunch. That is my favorite dish and my wife cooks them well though.

“Thanks, I will be ready,” I said. After refreshing, I came to the dining table. “So have you got your plot?” she asked, “Well, I have got an idea, it will be a thriller. I will let you know once I finish it.” I was scared of sharing the conversation with the lady in the coffee shop. After half an hour I sat at the dining table.  She brought the chicken and fried rice to the table. There was only one plate for me. Normally my wife usually has lunch with me. “Where is your plate?” I asked. “First taste some chicken and fried rice to check whether the salt is adequate and let me know how it is. Then I will join you” She replied. I took some fried rice and two pieces of chicken legs and tasted them. “Awesome,” I replied. After two huge spoons of fried rice, I continued my lunch. “Today after you finish your lunch, I will start my lunch.” My wife said. I continued my lunch, I was thinking about whether it was any fasting today. No, then why she was not having her lunch with me, I tried to think.
When I have almost finished my lunch suddenly I felt dizziness in my head. My head was spinning as if I had come out of a coaster, I had to vomit as if something was stuck in my throat. I drank a glass of water, but I felt dizzy. “I am not feeling okay, my head is rotating. I think maybe I had a heart attack. “Please call the doctor" My wife is standing still without any movements. Suddenly a smile came to her face.  I tried to reach for my mobile but cannot find it anywhere.“ Call a doctor please, where is my mobile?” I asked. “Is the lunch tasty?  Have you enjoyed your lunch“ She asked while smiling? What was in lunch today I tried to think hard. Did the lunch have something to do with my sudden condition? “What was about the lunch today? Why have you hidden my mobile?”  I asked her again. “Because my dear you had poison in your lunch today in your chicken gravy. That was the only way to get rid of you”. She replied with an evil smile.

My wife had poisoned me. Suddenly I remembered the lady in the cafe. The friend she was referring to was my wife. She was also from New York City. It was my wife who wanted to kill me. I wished that I should have heard the details from Cynthia. Maybe I could have gotten some clues. The whole story comes in front of my eyes. Cynthia shared her thoughts about her best friend. Her friend had accidentally met me in the coffee shop and where I had got a chance to get to know the plan. But I did not hear it properly. My eyes began to close; it was getting very difficult for me to keep my eyes open. I collapsed and fainted while my wife kept looking. Slowly my breathing was stopping and I was getting unconscious. I fell from the chair and I realized that I was going to die soon.

For the sake of the Lord Jesus, Cynthia came to my place with two cops with her to rescue her best friend from me but unfortunately, the cops found me unconscious and called for help, On the other hand, my wife got arrested for her toxic activities.