Reblogged from Jamie Dark, Psychic Investigator… and the pen of Geoffrey West:
Stephen, a quiet man who popped into our Dark and Light store one day, told me this very interesting story:
“I killed my wife,” said the man sitting opposite me in the cable car.
“Excuse me?” I answered, bemused, thinking I’d misheard him.
“She was sitting where you’re sitting now, and we were passing over the valley, just as we are at the moment. What a splendid view, isn’t it?
“I’m not quite with you.” I tried to make sense of what he was saying.
“Perfectly simple. I killed her. The thing is we’d been arguing all day, and she was going on about how much money she’d screw out of me in a divorce settlement. So I couldn’t stop myself. Just looked at her smug self-satisfied face as she went whining on and on, opened the door and pushed her out.”
“Really?” I was barely listening to this madman. I was terrified of travelling to the top of the mountains in this cable car and had been dreading making the trip. Now we were halfway up, getting higher and higher, and I’d kept my eyes tight shut so as not to have to look out of the window. I just longed to reach the mountain peak and get out and sit down on firm land, and not to have to look down to a view thousands of feet below me.
Nor did I want to have to talk to this maniac, who was sitting opposite me.
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