Flash Fiction – The Perfect Murder

Kelly said that if I didn’t divorce my wife then she would go to her and tell her all about our affair but I told her I had a better solution to our problem.

I told Kelly that, with her help, we could commit the perfect murder.

Divorcing my wife the way she wanted wasn’t an option, I said, because then I’d lose everything but if my wife died then I would inherit all of her money; then I could marry Kelly a rich man.

But she would have to do the killing because I had too much of a motive; furthermore, if I was a
witness to the murder then I could give false information to the police about the killers identity and all she would have to do to clear me of suspicion would be to shoot me in the shoulder after she had shot my wife.

I told her we would have to make it look like a break in, so she would have to dress up as a burglar
and break into my wife’s house with the gun, then go upstairs to our bedroom where I and my wife would be sleeping.

She carried her part out to the letter, shattering a downstairs window and climbing in, just like a professional, then she made her way up to our bedroom. I could hear her breathing and her feet as she climbed the stairs. Then I heard her quietly opening the bedroom door.

Quickly, as soon as she was inside the bedroom, I reached for the gun that I always keep on my bedside locker and shot her 5 times; 3 times in the head and twice in the chest.

She shot back once, using the gun I asked her to bring but, luckily, surprise was on my side.

Woken by the shots and Kelly’s screaming, my wife then started to scream but she corroborated my story; a simple case of self-defence against an armed burglar and that was all she knew.

Well, I did tell Kelly she could help me commit the perfect murder, the only thing I didn’t tell her was that it would be hers.