I stared at what I'd done. It wasn't remorse I was feeling. The man had been plotting to kill my boyfriend, how could I feel remorse?
But I was going to go to prison. I'd never wanted this.
"You continue to cause me problems, even after you're dead." I told the obviously dead body of my father, like I was some kind of madwoman.
I quickly wiped the lamp down and retrieved my phone, retreating from the house.
I was gone before he was killed. I never saw anything.
My dear dad made a lot of enemies. I'm sure it's plausable.
And nobody has to know. Nobody has to know I'm a murderer. I can just live a normal life.
I've never been the murderous type, after all. My boyfriend will back me up on that, as will all my friends.
Yeah.
Nobody has to know.
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Short StoryI need to use Thesaurus.com more, my writing isn't pretentious enough. - Of all the flash fiction I've written, this has taken the longest.