A Sad Ending

Tracy blossomed in love. She had met the perfect partner - loving, kind, generous. She skipped in happiness down the street to work, anticipating another joyful day of merriment and cheer as she flourished, and smiled everywhere she went. She went about her day and looked forward to going home to her one and only.

The time of day soon passed, and she found herself walking joyfully home, appreciating the scenic views along the way, and enjoying the summer flowers that houses had on display. She opened her front door, then let out a scream, as her partner lay unconscious on the kitchen floor, with blood pouring out of his head. She instantly ran to him and cradled his head in her lap: she checked he was still breathing, then lay his head gently down, then went to get a damp cloth. She came back and soaked his brow, clearing up most of the blood. She wondered what had happened and saw the back door wide open!

She cleaned him up and tried bringing him round by shaking his head and talking to him, to no avail. She reached for her phone in her handbag, and dialed for an ambulance:

'Hello. Can I order an ambulance for twenty-one Falkner street, my partner is unconscious? I've just walked in and found him like this. Send an ambulance straight away.' She hung up on the call, choosing instead to tend to her partner while she waited for help. Then she heard a noise upstairs and was instantly fearful - an intruder perhaps! She listened intently for a small duration, before hearing another noise, like a draw being slammed shut. She picked up her phone, and her hand was shaking as she called the police:

'Hello, I've got an intruder in the house. They're upstairs as I speak. I found my partner unconscious on the kitchen floor. My address is twenty-one Falkner street. Come quick,' she stated as she again put the phone down. What could she do. She thought of her options and chose to defend herself from a possible attack by fetching a knife out of the draw! She found the biggest, and walked to the bottom of the stairs, still listening intently. She paced back to her partner, and was indecisive as to what to do, fearing for hers and his safety! Just then she heard the intruder’s footsteps on the top of the stairs, coming down. She froze in fearful trepidation as to what might ensue! Then the intruder appeared, with arms full of her valuable stuff. He froze in terror as he faced a strange woman yielding a dangerous knife!

'What have you done with my partner?' Tracey asked.

'I only pushed him over.'

'You liar. You've done more than push him over. He's unconscious.'

'I know. And I tried to help. There was nothing I could do. He was breathing.'

Tracey weighted him up for size, and he was a typical heroin addict, thin and dainty. She thrust the knife out in a threatening manner, warning him not to approach her! The intruder became fearful after hearing police sirens outside and dropped all of the stuff he had in his arms, which fell smashing to the ground. He ran for the back door, running directly into the path of the knife, as Tracey thought he was attacking her. Moments later he died.

© Andrew Stevenson 17/01/2019

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.