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Writing Challenge: A Voice Certain of Its Innocence
Let your narrator speak with total confidence.
Of course they were justified. Anyone would have done the same.
No confessions.
No guilt.
No apologies.
The real terror slips in through the logic—the calm, convincing way they explain themselves.
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The Horror of the Pickle Murder
Yes, she had to die,
you asked me why?
I must admit to you,
It's not because of
anything she did.
But rather because
of what she didn't do.
Everyday of the year
for the last twenty years,
since I was diagnosed
with high blood pressure,
she refused to give me
a dill pickle with my
lunch or supper.
And she would sit there
across from me slurping
and crunching, teasing me,
as she ate her dill pickle.
So I got up and crossed
to the stove, picked up the pan
and bashed her head in.
And I ate her pickle, it was good.
I pray they have pickles in prison.
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(Crazy note: this is fiction, but pre-internet and mostly forgotten. In the 1950s, 1960s and 70s, we had lots of crazy murders similar this one in Connecticut.)