Floppyshop 2/Floppyshop - 2.zip/Floppyshop - 2.iso/diskmags/4671-5.790/dmg-5269/leisure/story.txt

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                       THIRD DIMENSION SHORT STORY


                           LIVING WITH A NUTTER

The time is! i've no idea, the day is! one of them, the year is! sometime
this centuary, and the place is! the not so quite suburbs of the not
so nice council estate called Cowlersley. Only the desperate and the
criminally insane live here, anyone else and  they could forget life.
 Upon moving here totally against my will,I was forced to face the fact
that life as I knew it was over and a new existence was beginning. The
neighbours consisted of a rather young but beautiful woman and her
mentally deranged husband on one side,on the other was a single mother
who had a sting of boyfriends,half of which were on the police national
computer for one thing or another.
 But these were the least of my worries, it tended to be the younger end
that would try and cause problems. But these were soon rectified and
sorted out. It was the other half, the wife that I was really worried
about, she had changed, changed into something that was'nt pleasant at
all.It could have had something to do with the green haze that leaked
from the drains which caused a rather funny smell. A smell that I think
is the reason for the sudden change in her attitude .
 The reason that I first became worried ,was the fact that waking up,
I found my nearest and dearest hovering above me in the middle of
the night with a dirty great meat cleaver in her hand had nothing to do
with it. It was the fact that she tried to torch the garden shed!
Nothing too dramatic about that I hear you say, well maybe not but when
you're inside,there is, let me tell you! And then there was the time that
she had taken the nut off the rear wheel of my motor cycle and I spent
nine weeks in traction in the local hospital. But the rest of it was even
worse like the time she killed the dog and then the hamster and the three
white mice.I loved those mice, red, amber and green where their names.
Yes!,it was all getting to me too.There seemed to be no way out,not even
parole.
 But there had to be.I had to keep trying, as well as fighting to stay
alive. I put in for transfers and told all sorts of fibs,to no avail.
By this time I was becoming a little mental myself! I had even started
seeing the young lady next door knowing that if her headcase of a
husband found out,it would be another worry to add to my list.But by
this time I did'nt care,until I heard from a friend that the social was
now paying the bond so that you could move into private rented houses.
I was sure that this was the ticket and immediatly applied.But there was
no joy there because everyone else was trying the same thing and they
only had a limited budget. The only way out was murder!, but who? , who
indeed? It was to be the WIFE,the one and only person that was sending me
into total depression.But how?, how could I do it ?, poison?,stabbing?,
no!, it was to be a murder!,a murder that was to look like an accident.
 The scene was set.I set to and cut the brake lines on her car, and the
idea was for her to plummet to her death off the renound Gabbers Canyon!
That night,sure enough,there was the familiar knock at the door.It was
the police with news! When they had gone and the door was shut the party
was under way. But then I had to think of a way to get rid of my lovers
crazy husband, or so I thought!, because on my arrival at our meeting spot
she was sobbing her eyes out.It turned out that her husband was in the
car with my wife and that he had been seeing her.This is why she had gone
insane,or so I thought she had gone insane because all the time,she was
just trying to get rid of me! But now me and the young lady in question
are living happily together with our second child on the way!

THE NAMES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE TOTALLY FICTITIOUS AND HAS NO
CONNECTION WITH ANY ONE DEAD OR ALIVE


                           PAUL THOMPSON......