Just a fragment of a dream if anyone wants to do something with it, grammar sucks so you have you work cut out for you.
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From a dream…
In a place near a beach, seems as if it could be anywhere, She told me she was going to spend the evening in the beach shack with her man and would I do the right thing and not be home in the morning when she returned. They were going to start their life together tonight and I wasn't in it. They were going to enjoy the bonfire they had planned as an end to her relationship with me after all these years.
And.. there I was acting surprised. I had to. Yeah I had seen this coming for some time, just not soon enough to stop it.
As I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone banging on the door. Sir, did you see the bonfire last night on the beach? Yeah, so what, folks been having them for years despite the fact that they are illegal. Well sir, said the officer, there seems to be a problem as the bonfire got out of control and a beach shack (also illegal) burned down, was wondering if you had any idea who was there because we have some charred remains, appears some folks were making out and got overcome.
Well shit, I said, thought I saw my wife and our house guest heading that way, but I had a few drinks so I wasn't really paying attention, they had been spending a lot of time together, and I guess they wanted some privacy. Let me check the house and see if they came back, because I passed out on the couch, must have been a strong drink or two last night.
I went to the master bedroom with the officer, bed didn't appear to be slept in, so we went to the garage that I had converted into a bedroom for my best friend Joe. Door was locked, and I don't have a key, he was insistent that he have his own space since he worked on government contracts from home. The officer asked if this was my home, and I said yes, he then asked if he had permission to open the door, I said well ok, but Joe is gonna have a stroke if he is in there passed out.
Seems Joe wasn't there. His bed was all messed up and the place was a pigsty, shit everywhere, and it seems so were my wife's panties and bra. Looked like a lovers nest. The old why is the husband the last to know crossed the officer's mind and mine as well as he asked if I recognized the clothes. Yep the shock was written all over my face, bitch was sleeping with him. Here I was in shock as the officer said he was going to have to get some folks here to look at things.
The officer asked if I had any idea who built the shack and I replied could have been anyone as the get built all the time despite being illegal. I mean it's a shitty beach, lots of riff raff around and not really my scene.
The officer asked if we had kids and where they were, I told him they were off visiting family as things were getting tense around here with Joe always being around. He asked why Joe was here, and I told him COVID forced him to relocate because his employer had to cut his wages and he could not afford his condo so he called in an old favor and asked if he could have the spare room. Once he got here the spare room was not big enough so my wife said we had thought about making the garage into a den and maybe that would work.
I got steamrolled on that because it would be a great place for the kids when Joe left. Yeah right, I do all the work and he gets my wife to fuck. What a deal, Not!
The officer asked if Joe had any next of kin, I said feel free to look around Joe never mentioned anyone, but was he sure that was Joe and my wife at the beach? I mean they could have taken off, might be hard since his car was still in the driveway as was the wifes.
He said he would get back to me as soon as they had a positive ID, but it appears it was a man and a woman, said it was a bad sight and I didn't need to see it.
Yeah he was right, it was a bad scene, beach shack was burned to the ground, seems the bonfire was huge and well shit happens and it caught on fire. Sad when you build a shack with odds and ends, guess it was pretty flammable.
Yeah I had seen them building it, they used a lot of the materials I had left over from the garage remodel, not so much as a fuck you for what I did. I had been noticing things the past several months, the kids didn't want to be at home, and the cunt was spending a lot of time with Joe, to the point she asked if I would sleep in the guest room. I replied I am not the guest here, so no and if I catch Joe in the master bedroom I will neuter his ass. She informed me I was the guest but I had just not accepted it yet, but I would after the holiday coming up because that's when they were going to be a couple and I was going to leave one way or the other.
I love a challenge, especially one where someone wants to rub my nose in some shit.
So its funny how a temporary shack was so well made, and a bonfire was one of the largest in some time. Guess Joe really did light the cunt's fire. Blazing if you catch my drift.
So now while all this is going down I have call relatives and see how the kids are and let them know their new parents got lit up to a crisp. No, I am not going to say that, just that there has been a serious accident and well your mother and my friend Joe didn't make it.
I am not admitting to anything, I was home on the couch passed out cold, and since we are a ways away from anyone else and have these bonfires all the time nobody thought to call it in. A terrible accident that took the life of my loving wife and best friend. Nice thing is I won't have to pay for a funeral or cremation, unless her family or the kids want an urn with ashes in it. I better call the officer and see if they can save some since they may get blown away or washed away. Oh me, what shall I do? Joe didn't tell me much about his recent life, so not sure who I could call and et them know he had an accident. I guess if his employer reached out to me I can let them know. As for my loving wife, well I do need to call her folks, let them know the wedding they were planning is going to have to be cancelled and their new son in law won't be able to help with the cost for the cancellation.
Not in any big hurry as I am distraught and in shock at the loss of my loving wife and best friend. Good thing we had life insurance that she insisted we update to a million dollar payout right after Joe got here. I agreed as long as she made sure Joe had the same coverage because insurance is good.
Good old Joe, rich bachelor, nice car, lots of cash, yet couldn't afford his condo, least that was the excuse he used to move in. I always knew he was a snake, and it's sad he is flat broke now, not to mention dead. Nice thing about foreign accounts, they can be moved around online, and gold is not really traceable. Not saying Joe was a saint, but he did believe in the golden rule, so he always had gold. Guess Joe forgot what I did for a living. I fix things, Jack of all trades, you need it fixed, well I fix it. Difference is I am a master at few. Covering my ass is the one thing I got good at over the years. My marriage was broken, so I fixed it. Made it easy for them to do their thing, made sure I had proof, it's gone now, seems there was a happy accident that fixed a lot of things.
You might wonder why I never introduced the officer? Well she's a really good best friend, and she had nothing to do with this, other than her job to notify me and any next of kin for the deceased. We met by chance years ago before I got married, we neither one were in a place where we could settle down. Might be different now, but this all has to be over first. I am sure questions will be asked, and answered.
Probably will take the kids and move away from here, too many broken things, and I can only fix so many.
Sad my loving wife thought I was not as well off as Joe, but she judged the books by their covers. I always had what I needed and more if I ran out, but you never tell that to your wife unless you want her to spend it all. Bet they had plans for my life insurance, I heard her mention a time or two I was a million dollar man, and I replied she was a million dollar wife as well. Think she missed that one. Just like she missed taking the right bottle of booze to the beach, you know the one without the drugs in it to make me pass out so they could drag me out to the water and have an accident. Guess they didn't realize there were two bottles and was probably a mistake to grab the wrong one. Would be sad if someone had switched out the contents. I didn't think to ask any of these questions to the investigators. Since they didn't ask me, well I was in shock at the loss of my wife and best friend. Their plan had been to get me drunk and knocked out while they celebrated by the nice bonfire on the beach, then drag me out to water and I would accidentally drown. I was passed out, made sure there was a trace in my blood just in case. I guess the wind blew sparks from the bonfire into the shack, and like a tinder box, poof it went up. Good thing they had the door blocked so they could have some privacy, just like the garage. Joe's love shack. I guess had they not been in such a state of sexual bliss they might have noticed the smoke and flames, good sex will do that to you. Good thing Joe had the shack anchored in good by using 2x4s driven into the sand all around. He really put a lot of effort into it. Joe, always putting a lot of effort into things, my wife, my marriage, drugs, shady shit. It paid off well for him.
Like I said, this is just a fragment of a dream I had, never happened. When I dream it's in living color and full 3D IMAX surround sound, like Dolby said "you can feel the sound".
Have fun if you dare.
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