I took another sip, feeling the heat of the liquid as it slid down into my stomach. Such was the temperature when I slid into the big chair and let the cup sit next to me.
With the sound of rain on the roof, I closed my eyes. For a minute, I was back in my earlier life when things were simpler. Get up, go to work, come home, go to bed, and no one bothered me then.
My mind wouldn’t stop playing the scenes over and over in my mind’s eyes. I could see her falling. A crash of thunder broke my thoughts. I sat upright in the chair just as the electricity blinked back on. Blinking a couple of times myself, I remembered it was a nightmare.
But it wasn’t.
She was lying on the kitchen floor. Dead.
I returned to the kitchen. I carefully stepped over her body, shaking my head. They weren’t going to believe me. Hell, I didn’t believe it myself.
I dialed the police. “Hello, there’s been an accident.”
Ten minutes later, the first detective arrived. “So what happened?”
“She slipped on a water spot.” I pointed to the water on the floor next to the counter, obviously from the sink half full of dishes. “Hit her head on the counter as she fell.”
The forensics crew arrived. Two hours later, they left, not charging me with a crime. They did believe me.
I had gotten away with murder.