The Fall: A Mystery Short Story

Jul 9, 2016 | 2016 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Kaye George

This story won a flash fiction contest in 2005 at Writers Post Journal.

I was awful glad I found Sherrie to talk to, but it was hard to see her, what with us livin’ way out the back a beyond like we did. Howard only took me to town oncet a month. You could count on him gettin’ mighty drunk ever time, though. I could sneak inta the women’s shelter to see Sherrie whilst he was in the bar. She gave me ta see I could leave the snake – no more bruises, cut lips, smashed ribs. I could just stay at the shelter. I decided I would cut and run next trip.

I took a pretty bad fall the week before, though. The emergency nurse looked at me like she thought it was the usual; me sayin’ I fell, but it not bein’ true. This time it was, but I couldn’t make her believe it. So that’s how it happened I was in the hospital for the next trip to town.

The day I got back home, damned if Sherrie didn’t show up at the door. She was wonderin’ why I hadn’t showed up like I said I would. Howard seen her from the barn, but she hightailed out a there fore he reached the house. He cussed and slapped me for hours, askin’ who the hell she was and what the hell she was doin’ out here. So I was right back in the hospital. This time that uppity nurse had good cause to give me her look.barn

Well, I laid in that there cot thinkin’ on Howard and the future, and I couldn’t see just walkin’ out and him not gettin no consequences. I was goin’ to walk out, sure enough, but Howard was goin’ to suffer some. It was only right. I wanted that nurse to look at him like she looked at me, thinkin’, you nothin’ but a liar.

Okay, so I rigged it up one night. Howard had some beer at bedtime so he was sleepin all noisy-like, couldn’t hear a thing. I stretched a cord acrost the top of them stairs, the same ones I really fell down that one time. I laid awake the rest a the night, couldn’t sleep a wink.beer

In the mornin’ Howard got up, all right. He pissed and spit, rinsed off his face and swished out his mouth. He smacked my rump comin’ past the bed tellin’ me it was time to get out and do the chickens. I propped up a little and watched him go for the stairs.stairs

The noise was mighty when he fell, but there was no moanin’ nor groanin’ after he landed. I pussy footed out the bedroom and peeked down the steps. His neck was at a terrible angle and blood dribbled out his mouth.

Now I stay in a pretty nice place. Don’t ever have to feed chickens or milk cows. All my meals and clothes provided. Don’t even have to sweep no floors. This is called takin’ a fall, they tell me.

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Kaye George writes several mystery series and her short stories appear in anthologies, magazines, and her own collection. Fat Cat Spreads Out is coming from Berkley Prime Crime June 2nd. She lives in Knoxville, TN. You can learn more on her website.

9 Comments

  1. It’s good to see this little story again. Thanks for giving it the light of day!

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  2. fun story, Kaye!

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  3. Well done, Kaye. You nailed the voice perfectly.

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  4. Jacqui, Margaret, and Earl, THANKS for the kind comments! This was a channeled story. I channeled the voice in my head exactly as she spoke. Poor thing.

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  5. As always, a good story, Kaye. Thanks for the treat.

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  6. Aw, Barry, that’s high praise. And yours is, too, Gail! Thanks for coming by and leaving a comment.

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  7. Not the ending I was expecting. Thanks for sharing.

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