How Miss K Came To Rule My Whole Life

N is a man whos name I can not tell. However, any reader who knows N
will surely be able to tell who he is by reading between the
lines.

Everyone knew I wanted to keep N out of trouble. After all, I was the
one who found him. So why should I not be good to him? For quite a
while it seemed like things were going my way. N did not seem to be
lacking anything and I was happy because he was. I fed him well. Baught
him new clothes a couple of times. He said he wanted things to stay the
way they were would I only let him go out once a week, to go to the
record store, where he could listen to records in the headphones. I
must confess that N was a true music lover with the rythm in his blood.
I seen him dance many times and believe me, N:s dancing was something
else. He just loved it and forgot time completely. I told him he had my
permission to go to the record store once a week and that he could
listen for an hour. And off he went.

N never told me about those hours in the record store unless I asked
him. So I asked him.
- What are you listening to, I asked.
- Miss K, N answered.

I had never heard of her at the time and thought the name sounded like
she was a rap artist.

- Is she a rap artist, I asked.
- No, N answered.
- What is she then?
- She is a melody maker, N said.

I didn?t believe him so I told him to buy the record and bring it
home.

- I don?t have any money, N said.

I gave him the money and off he went.

While N was gone I prepared myself with a Martini and a cigarett. I had
a strong feeling that N was exaggerating because he was not used to
listen to music that much.

N had brought the record with him and handed it to me. I turned my back
towards N while examining the record because I knew N would look for
any kind of sign in my face, hoping for approval. I instantly didn?t
like her. She was pretty, but pretty in a flashy kind of way. I wasn?t
going to show my feelings so I turned around, smiled, and kissed N:s
lips.

- Let?s listen to this record, I said.

N smiled naively while walking towards the record player and I knew he
was smiling when he put the cd in the cd-player, even if he had his
back towards me then. He was smiling with his back, if you know what I
mean.

I did it fast. Picked up the knife from the floor where I had hidden it
before and cut his throat off.

I buried N on several places in my garden. When I was done I played the
record with miss K and let N listen to all the songs through the
window. And ever since, once a week I let N listen to miss K:s
record.