19th
A short story about a spy.
I set the table for the dinner she was making. We hadn’t talked much that day, she was being real quiet. I assumed it had to do with me coming home late the night before.
She put the dinner on the table, still silent.
“This looks wonderful.” I said. She said nothing back.
“You look wonderful.” I said. “Thank you.” She said back.
She finally looked up at me. It was the first time she looked at me all day. She smiled. I thought I was in the clear.
Suddenly, she fell forward onto the dining room table. A knife was in her back! Standing outside on the lawn through the window that was directly behind her, was a man in a suit standing in a way that lead me to believe he just threw the knife that was in my wife’s back.
I ran over and held her in my arms. “I’m dying.” She said to me. “I am a spy and I am dying.”
“I didn’t know you were a spy.” I said to her. “I know you didn’t know.” She said, “That’s why I married you. You are a bit self centered, but I know you mean well. I knew you wouldn’t catch on to the fact that I was a spy because if something doesn’t concern you, you don’t seem to care too much. You need to work on that.” She said.
“Did you even love me?” I asked. “Yes, you are boring and you don’t risk a whole lot and that is such a nice balance to my life as a spy. I love you very much.” She said.
“I’ll avenge you.” I said to her. “No you won’t.” She said. After she said that she died in my arms.
I looked out the window at the man who threw the knife. He looked at me. “Sorry for your loss.” he said, and then ran off.
I can’t believe she said I was self centered.
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