A Bedtime Story

The nice man from the police told her to
be prepared for the worst her husband,
Hans had disappeared when out fishing
in the bay a week ago, they had found his
boat, frogmen were looking for his body,
but for now he was only listed as missing.
Klara didn’t believe it she was sure Hans
had feigned his own disappearance and was
living with a trollop in another town, just
wait, she angrily murmured, till you come
back. She held on to her ire as she gutted
a haddock she had bought for her and Sam,
the cat…and there amongst revolting gore
a finger she knew well; the cat meowed she
turned and there Hans stood in the doorway
smiling…too much she fainted. Getting up
from the floor Sam sat on the kitchen table
licking its lips, the finger was gone, just my
imagination she thought, but as tears swelled
and grief replaced fury she knew that she was
a widow now.