This is a short story of 1,110 words. It was prompted by the above photo, seen on Sue Judd’s blog.
https://suejudd.com/
“More tea, Scott?”
She leaned forward with the teapot, ignoring the shake of my head that indicated I didn’t want any more. Joe had told me to contact her, said it would be a human interest story, and lapped up by our readers. I hadn’t expected her to agree to see me, especially as the news of the body being found had only been on last night’s telly news. But when she answered the phone, her voice went all silly and girly.
“The Herald you say? Oh yes, I would be happy to give you an interview, everybody around here reads our local newspaper. Shall we say two in the afternoon tomorrow? That will give me time to make myself presentable”.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wouldn’t be bringing a photographer, though I did ask if she could find a recent picture of her husband we could use.
She had crossed and recrossed her legs so many times, I was now presented with a ridden-up skirt and an unwanted view of far too much leg, given her age. When I had asked her age for the piece, she had adopted a strangely coquettish expression.
“My, you journalists have to always add someone’s age, don’t you? Well I am happy for you to put down that I am sixty-two, as long as you don’t want to see my birth certificate”.
She smiled so wide when she said that, the wrinkles each side of her mouth formed visible cracks in the powdery make-up covering her face. It reminded me of ice inside the windscreen of my car in the winter. I pushed on with the interview, asking her why she had waited so long to report her husband missing.
“I wasn’t expecting him home at any given time, Scott. He had planned his trip meticulously, Justin was a very meticulous man. He had said that he would walk the whole of the first day, then stop at a bed and breakfast before completing the rest of the forest walk the next day. He might even stay a second night, if it got too late to get a bus home. He didn’t drive you see, he had never learned how to. He said he didn’t have a lot of time for cars, though he seemed happy enough for me to use one to get our shopping from Sainsbury’s. So I went to see my friend Rosemary, and stayed over after we had too much wine. When he didn’t come home the second night, I wasn’t concerned. I didn’t call the police until he didn’t show up for dinner the next evening”.
I asked how long they had been married, ignoring the fact that she had slipped off one of her shoes, and was casually adjusting the nylon covering her toes as she looked across at me as if she would like to eat me for breakfast. Could this woman really be flirting with me so blatantly? She was much older than my own mother.
“Seven years, Scott. It would have been eight in June. We married late, you see. I had been married before, but Justin had never married. I think he wanted company after his mother died. He never showed any interest in me in THAT way, if you get my meaning”.
I got her meaning, and she continued.
“He was my third husband, Scott. My marriages seem to have been blighted by tragedy. Andrew was my first. The brakes failed on his MG sports car one afternoon. I used to tell him he should never have done his own car maintenace. Then Stephen, oh poor Stephen. He insisted on using that old ladder to fix up a new television aerial. I warned him it wasn’t safe, and said we should get someone in to do the job. But he wouldn’t be told”. And now Justin. How was I to know he would fall over a tree root, and fracture his skull? Lying there for almost four days until he died of exposure. So awful”.
She adopted a stylised expression of grief, looking much like a bad actress in an amateur dramatic group performing in a village hall.
“Things were fine until he retired. Then he became obsessed with keeping fit, as if he wanted to live forever. Hiking, power-walking, woodland walks, he was hardly ever here. And he became extravagant too, which was most unlike him. Four hundred pounds for a pair of binoculars that hung around his neck. I don’t think he ever even looked through them. Then two hundred dollars for a small red backpack that came all the way from America. One hundred and seventy for special hiking shoes, then almost three hundred for hiking boots needed for bad weather, or so he said. His last big purchase was his high-visibility walking outfit, bought to replace his old camouflage gear. That cost over five hundred pounds. Can you believe that, Scott?”
I checked my notes, and asked her why he wasn’t wearing the high visibility clothing when they found his body. It occured to me that the search and rescue helicopter might have spotted him earlier, if he hadn’t been wearing camouflage clothing and lying on top of his red backpack.
“Well he had tried it out the day before in Beulah Woods, you know, just up the road from here. But when he got home I noticed mud splashes on the trousers, so of course I threw the whole outfit into the washing machine. He was none too pleased when it wasn’t dry the next morning. So ungrateful”.
She leaned forward and placed a hand on my thigh. This woman had no concept of invading personal space.
“Now how about a slice of cake? I made it myself, a delicious Victoria sponge”.
I declined her offer of cake, but she left her hand on my leg, I could feel the heat coming from it through my trousers. I asked for the recent photo, and she gave me one taken at their wedding. I guessed that seven year old picture would have to do, and stood up, telling her I had everything I needed. I was never so pleased to get out of a house, I can tell you, and by the time I got to my car, I had started to wonder if she had put anything in the tea.
On the drive back to the paper, I wondered what Joe would think if I asked for a front page feature, and a big headline.
I thought ‘The Black Widow’ sounded about right.
A thoroughly entertaining story, Pete. Black Widow sounds just about right.
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That’s very kind, Robbie. I am so pleased that you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Now real English humour seems to be coming to fruition. Lol
Aren’t the English the inventors of black humour? 😉 A very good start, Pete!
By the way, thanks for the complete Homestead story. I’ll read this tonight. Best wishes, Michael
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This is a single short story, Michael, not a serial.
Glad you liked that edge of ‘black humour’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A good one. Sorry for the misunderstanding!
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A good one. Sorry for the missunderstanding!
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A good one. Sorry for the misunderstanding!
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Pete, the genius…you seriously make me die for your creepy and scary stories😭😭. This was so good. Great story Pete. Just my type.
Write a novel and publish it Pete Johnson🤗🤗💖
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Thanks for your very kind words. I am immensely pleased that you enjoyed this short story, dear Suzan.
Best wishes, Pete. xx
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I loved it, Pete. You truly are a genius and YOU NEED TO WRITE A BOOK!!! 🥺🥺
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My last serial was over 40,000 words. That’s a small book! 🙂 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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She is creepy, and her long stories seem to imply her guilt. Thank goodness the news reporter high tailed it out of her house.
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He got the measure of her very quickly, Jennie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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🙂
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(1) I’d never hang 400-lb. binoculars around my neck!
(2) After she smoothed down her ridden-up skirt, Scott issued a thigh of relief.
(3) Tiger and Beulah Woods celebrated their seventh anniversary away from the golf course. Nevertheless, he later claimed to have gotten a lot of practice with his 7 iron.
(4) A genealogist was once stumped by the roots of Justin’s family tree.
(5) After her second husband (Stephen) fell off the ladder, the old lady was on the verge of giving up on life. So she met Justin just in time…
(6) Bad citation: “I could feel the heat of her hand coming through my trousers. Fortunately, the heat was minimized thanks to my thermal underwear.”
(7) Let’s not beat around the bush. The old lady’s name is Cathy.
♬”Cathy, it’s me, Justin, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your Black Window!”♬
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Nice Kate Bush/Wuthering Heights incluson, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This is dope, I could hear her voice and feel her odd aura as you wrote. Love it!
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Thanks, Harper. ‘Dope’ is rarely used here, (except by will.i.am on TV) but I am happy to accept that as a compliment. So glad you heard her voice. I heard it in my head as I was writing the story.
Best wishes from England, Pete.
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baha that’s amazing, glad i can bring some new vocab to the site. wish i was there instead of the U.S right now!
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0 degrees, and wet. Depends what weather you are enjoying over there, Harper.. 🙂
And we may not have Trump, but we do have Boris, and Covid-19 completely out of control!
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He still has to make the journey home, it can take a while for the drugs to kick in 🙂
Nicely done Pete.
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Cheers, Eddy. Probably a better option than waking up tied to her bed. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Suitably creepy. I could picture here precisely from the details you gave. I love her overly long explanations which of course incriminate her.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. I am so glad you could picture her. I always enjoy it when readers picture the character.
Best wishes, Pete.
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They are able to because of your careful and not overused descriptors.
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Great story.
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Thanks, Mary. Something a bit ‘fluffy’ for a change. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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“I was never so pleased to get out of a house, I can tell you, and by the time I got to my car, I had started to wonder if she had put anything in the tea,” no kidding! Great story Pete, C
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Thanks, Cheryl. Being a junior reporter has its dangers, undoubtedly. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Very good, Pete. Loved the description of her powdered face.
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Thanks, Don. I have seen a lot of faces like that over the years. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A lovely short story Pete. You are very good at this.
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Thanks, Jude. Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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This is good. I admire the way your main character dealt with that flirtatious widow. Of course, I couldn’t help wondering if she did put something in his tea, especially since he was thinking of asking the editor if his story could be front page news.
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I wanted to leave everyone wondering. 🙂
Thanks, Abbie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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she’s a creepy woman. glad you got out of there alive! nice one, Pete. 🙂 🙂
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Thanks for reading, Wilma. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You made a quick genre change, Pete! Good for you, variety.
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Yes indeed, GP. Something lighthearted. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Very good 😀 Cheers, Jon.
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Thanks very much, Jon.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Niiiice one, Pete 😱😃
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Thanks, Chris. A change from historical fiction for once.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Creepy fun Pete!
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Thanks, Kim. Something nice and lightweight. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great job!
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Thanks, Jeanne. That’s much appreciated.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Cool story Pete!
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Thanks FR. I fancied something lighthearted for a change. I had ‘Mrs Bucket’ on my mind, for some reason. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, well done, Pete!
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Thanks, Sue. Glad you liked what I did with your photo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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😊
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Lucky to get out of there alive, I would say…
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
Have you changed your blog name?
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, gone back to what we had before. Not sure yet if it was a good idea…
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You are still the same on Twitter though? x
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oh yes…
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