A Crime of Passion

I see the husband looking through the window before the wife and the lover hear him. The husband watches his wife and the paramour whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ears, as they lie naked on the bed. The husband lets out a low growl and presses the trigger of the shotgun that hitherto had been concealed under his jacket. The wife lets out a scream as she watches the lover’s lifeless eyes close slowly. An instant later, she feels a sharp pain in her chest, and I watch her bleed to death, as I keep vigil throughout the night.

The housekeeper discovers the bodies the next day, by now cold and dead for over 12 hours. The police seal off the scene of crime and after several months, the case is closed for lack of evidence. The police conclude that it was a case of robbery- the jewelry and cash were never recovered.

Among those whom the police interrogated were the husband, housekeeper, neighbors and several acquaintances of the adulterer and her lover. No one asked me- the sole eyewitness to the crime. I am, after all, a fly on the wall.