By Neel Anil Panicker

Sam bit into the slice of mango pickle and wondered what next to do.
The man had seen him enter. And judging by his long jaunt face and hawkish eyes  Sam was certain the old man was someone who couldn’t be just wished away.

His mind played the scene that had unfolded barely fifteen minutes ago.

The questions, oh my god, the questions the sod had asked___are you looking for Mrs Clairre? …I didn’t know she had changed her milkman?…You look too old to be running around in the  cold?”

The questions—they just seemed unending, getting curiouser by the minute.
Sam scratched his head, his mind churning like the mythical oceanic waves, mulling, thinking hard over how best to circumvent the problem that beset him.

And then, voila! Lightning struck.

His eyes brightened up as the idea birthed in his  mind.

Stupid! He berated himself, cursing out aloud.

‘Why hadn’t he thought of it before?’

Then, brushing aside this momentary lapse, he trudged out of the hall, carefully sidestepping Mrs Clairre’s lifeless body that lay sprawled on the floor.

A moment later he was ringing the door bell above the rectangular cast iron name plate that announced in bold the words THE WILLIAMS, only other house in that lone five mile stretch that ran parallel to the sea coast as far as the eye could see.

A moment later he was escorting old man William’s into the Clairre’s house—his ploy, “Excuse me Sir, could  you kindly check on the lady. It seems she’s suffered a heart attack.”.

As he walked behind, his grip tightened on the knife that lay ensconced inside his inner trouser pockets.

‘What’s one more murder if it helps in concealing the first, he surmised. After all, isn’t necessity the mother of all invention?’
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Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor, 2 February 2019

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