Trifecta: Week 104
The weekly prompt.by Trifecta is-
This week’s word is companion.
Here come my 333 words:-)
Sometimes the best-laid plans…
“Patrick, I need the Sun. Move my chair near the window.”
“Patrick, go get my knitting needles and the blue yarn.”
“Are you deaf? Or blind? I said blue, not green!”
How he hated her dominating attitude.
But, worse was her condescending tone.
“Patrick, when will you ever learn to set the table properly?”
“Is it so difficult to understand? We are going to the concert, not the market and you expect me to wear this frumpy frock!”
“If Agatha had sent you to some better school, at least you could have known how to read. “
He despised her.
She the rich invalid relative, he the poor(ly) paid companion.
Companion, my foot! He thought and seethed inwardly. She treats me worse than a servant.
Then, six months back, he had met Julia at the local deli-a gentle beauty. Love was instant.
But he had no prospects and all his hopes hung on this old relative dying early, leaving her substantial estate to him.
However, the visit to the Doctor a week ago poured cold water on all his hopes. The test reports said that though her legs would never bear her weight again, she was otherwise healthy and expected to live long.
He saw his dreams turning to ashes.
Murder it had to be but as the sole heir, he knew suspicion was bound to fall on him.
An accident was the perfect answer.
“The view is really breath-taking Patrick. For once you have pleased me.”
Standing behind her, he smirked.
He pushed the wheel chair, heard her screaming, realizing at the last moment that she had latched on to his wrist….
“What a horrific accident!”The crowd murmured.
Police examined the site and concluded that the boulder had come loose and both victims had slipped and fallen onto the rocks below.
While the elderly lady had died, the younger man had smashed his spine, thus becoming a vegetable from the waist down. The trauma had robbed him of his speech as well.