Death by Defenestration
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My old man had an expression. Used to say you could set your watch to it. Don’t nobody wear them watches no more, but you know.
Guy down the hall. 3E. Frain’s his name. Welching on bets his game. Owes me two large from Saturday. Claims Florida and Florida State are two different schools. I wasn’t born last night, sucker. If he don’t pay … he’ll pay. Know what I’m saying?
Frain’s a creature of habits. Like welching on bets. Also, annoying habits. Like whistling. Worse, for him, he walks under my apartment window on his way home from Starbucks. Same time every morning.
I ran some calculations. Marked a spot on the sidewalk with a piece of chalk. Fitted a Hefty bag with the exact weight of my air conditioner. Conducted tests last night. Ain’t sayin’ I understand physics, but I can run a stopwatch.
Forecast today said early summer. Good time to install the window unit, right? Who coulda guessed a whistling Starbucks customer come ’round the corner just as I accidentally lose my grip on the old Frigidaire? Splat!
Goodbye, Mr. Frain. You welched your last bet.
April ushers in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. Can Frain recover? Of course he can. Like Wile E. Coyote, he must revive so we can read his next murder scene tomorrow. Every day brings a new weapon to polish him off. Will Monday (Sundays are a break) be…
- Banana Peel
- Bowling Ball
Come back to find out! All month long, Frain gets murdered. (I can hear your glee!) Every day, there’s a new murder weapon based on the letter of the alphabet. Sundays, we rest.