The Knife (Short Story)

Updated: Nov 12, 2019

Credit: Complete the Story by Piccadilly


She never thought she would see it again, but there it was, nestled in a box of random mementos. The sight of it, the smell of it brought memories flooding back. Her first thought was the face of the man she'd stabbed with it. It wasn't hard to remember even though it had been over 15 years ago.


It didn't take her long to work up the courage to do what she had done with that knife. What had taken work was burying the body alone. She knew she should have called the police, but if she'd just find a way to get rid of the body alone, it would be easier. Especially after all the times he'd threatened to leave.


So, she did what she had to do even though it had taken her the whole night. Even though she knew it was the wrong way to handle the situation, it was so much easier.


He never shut up anyway. He was always yelling about how much he hated her and how much her moods flipped at the worst times, how she always threatened him.


So, she ended it.


She put the knife away and hid the box on the top shelf, and went back to the living room with a smile on her face.


She sat down on the couch and watched her husband and children enjoy their Sunday.

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