Sushi

The sushi tasted a little sour, but Mrs. Evans ate it anyway. Mr. Evans looked at his wife pensively from behind steepled fingers, lips pursed, eyes serious.

Mrs. Evans raised an eyebrow as she glanced at him. “I wish you would stop staring at me like that, Roger, dear. You’re taking this far too seriously.” She played with another piece of sushi before dropping it to the dog waiting patiently beneath her chair.

“No, I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough. Right now we’re living off your inheritance; I’m not likely to find a job any time soon. And as long as you insist on courting death by food poisoning,” he looked disparagingly at the sushi, “I think it would be wise to make some provision in your will for those loved ones you might leave behind. What if we have children?”

She eyed her husband dryly and suggested, “By that time we may have spent it all already.”

Mr. Evans was not amused. “I’m serious, Maria. This is important.”

She didn’t look at him, but tossed another piece of sushi to the dog. A moment of heavy silence passed before she looked up and said, “All right. I’ll call my lawyer tomorrow and get it all settled. Happy?”

Mr. Evans’ demeanor softened and he placed a hand over his wife’s. “Yes.” He looked her in the eyes and added, “I do love you, you know.”

She smiled. “I know.”

Four days later, the dog was found dead in the backyard and Mr. Evans was arrested on charges of first-degree murder.

Sushi

Lilotelasserie

Bellingham, United States

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A short-short story written for my creative writing class.

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