2038. Edna's unsuccessful foray into murder
© Bruce Goodman 31 January 2021
Edna wasn’t exactly made of money, but she could get by well enough in her old age. She still had her independence and lived in the same house she and her late husband had bought many years ago.|
The only problem was that the garden, although not huge, had become too large for Edna to manage on her own. She figured that if she made a few adjustments on her grocery bill (for example, who really needs fabric softener in the washing machine every time?) she could afford to have a man come around once every couple of weeks and tidy things up in the garden.
Edna had been a keen garden and was especially proud of her raspberries. She had cared and fostered them for at least forty years. The harvest of raspberries each year was a phenomenon to be admired.
And then the very worst happened. The man pulled out her raspberries and threw them away. He was “tidying up”.
In her youth Edna had read a story by Guy de Maupassant (about a fisherman dozing on a riverbank being hit over the head with a spade and his brains seeping into the creek). She wasn’t a spring chicken (Edna) and had gone to school in the days when they were made to read proper books.
And then she saw her opportunity. The man she hired was kneeling down weeding the garden where the raspberries had been. There was a spade stuck in the soil next to him. Edna went out and spontaneously grabbed the spade. She raised the gardening implement high.
An old lady (or man) doesn’t have much strength but the weight of a heavy spade should do the trick and slice off the top of his head.
Edna missed. She hit him fairly lightly on his arm. It caused more of a bruise than a scratch.
The man packed up his gear and said he wasn’t coming back. That was that. Enough was enough.
To some people murder comes natural; others need a lot of practice. One can’t blame Edna for missing; it was her first attempt. Maybe she’ll have better luck next time.
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