I Haven’t Seen Her For Two Years

This ‘Tall Tale’ is homework for the Writers Group where the prompt was: “I haven’t seen her for two years.”

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Sally’s heart raced when she pulled back the curtain and saw the two police officers smiling at her.  Had she done something wrong?

She couldn’t imagine what.

“Good morning officers, can I help you?”  She smiled and tried not to sound nervous.

“Mrs Thompson, do you mind if we come in?”

“What’s this all about?” Sally asked, trying to piece together how they knew her name.

“If we could just step inside we’d be more than happy to discuss the matter with you.”

Opening the door, Sally noticed her hands had begun to sweat so she gave them a quick wipe on her apron.  She really was no good at dealing with events outside the ordinary.

She closed the door and directed them through to the living area.

“May we sit?”

“Of course, please do.”

The older officer took charge but looked a little uneasy turning his hat over and over in his hands, while the younger one began writing in a slightly tattered pocket-sized notebook.

“Mrs Thompson, do you know a Ms Diane Lewis?” The office asked.

Frowning, Sally replied “Yes.”

“And when was the last time you saw Ms Lewis?”

Sally raised her eyebrows and looked towards the ceiling, rotating her thoughts over and over in her mind.  Could she explain about the last time she saw Diane?

“Mrs Thompson?”

Shaking her head, Sally replied “I’m sorry, I haven’t seen her for two years.”

“Was that around the time she and your husband were having an affair?”

Sally’s heart was racing, her breath coming in short sharp, gasps at the mention of her husband’s infidelity.  Salty tears began to make their way towards her chin.

“Do you know where your husband was between the hours of 8 pm and 12 pm last night?”

“Yes”, Sally replied.  “He was here.”

“And you’re positive about that?”

“Yes, he was here, in this house, all night.”

“Unfortunately, Ms Lewis was found dead in her apartment this morning and we have reason to believe your husband was involved.“

Sally began ringing the hem of her apron, over and over, trying to gain control.

“I just have a few more questions, and then we’ll be on our way.”

The officer retrieved the contents of a large yellow envelope and spread several glossy prints across the coffee table. Picking one up, he handed it to Sally.

“Is that your husband in this photo?”

Sally looked down at the image.  It showed a grainy silhouette of a man but beneath the baseball cap you could clearly see the unmistakable red hair and freckles.

Sure, it could easily be her husband.

“That image was taken from Ms Lewis’ security camera.  Security footage captured last night approx. one hour before her time of death.”

The tears had stopped and a cool resolve seemed to blanket Sally.

“Mrs Thompson, do you know where your husband is now?”

She looked at the officer, refusing to answer his question. The left side of her mouth curled upwards, ever so slightly.

All her careful planning had finally paid off.

Sally knew exactly where he was, but they would never find his body.

8 Comments

  1. Reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode where Barbara Bel Geddes has some police come to her door to question her about her husband’s disappearance. She invites them to stay for supper. She’s fixing a leg of something she tells them. Three guesses whose leg it was! Good job. Flows really well.

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