“It wasn’t easy being the fool… I walked in on them… My wife and my bestfriend. Rand was just teaching me to play, she said. Couldn’t see them but damnit I could smell it on them! Oh I laughed, said it sounded funny, like someone was playing the piano with their ass… and like the fool that I was, insisted that he stay for dinner.”
“So you put cyanide in their drinks?”
It wasn’t cyanide.
The man’s blind, innocent, a fool …a father.
That time, I wished I were a fool too.
“Your teenager… Where was she that night?”
© 2013 K.Z. Morano