I’m dying, well that’s what I’ve been told. How has my life come to this: death, betrayal, friendship, love? Yes, love. I know it’s there somewhere, but I’m struggling to make sense of things. How can I, Oliver Beaton-Court, be here in this cabin, looking at my dead wife and holding an axe… Maybe Tom can give me the answers I need, or maybe there are no answers…
‘Mercy? You? You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Oliver Beaton-Court, thirty-six, failed lawyer, frustrated musician and now would be murderer, was thinking clearly now – more clearly than he had done so for some time. Unexplainably, he rocked back on his feet – his eyes tight shut. Recovering – ‘OK ,’ he said, after a little while.
‘Pardon?’ snapped the man before him, whose name Oliver still did not know. The man was nothing if not defiant.
Such arrogance – he would have made a good lawyer. One far better than I would have been, thought Oliver. ‘You heard me,’ said Oliver, speaking more slowly now, with deliberation and not a little menace. His voice sounded low, calm and measured. It was a voice he had used with great effect in the past, when he had occasion to chastise his beloved wife, Becky.
Oliver looked back over his shoulder. She was still there – Becky. He rocked again, suddenly. A blinding flash overpowered his vision. Blackness and pain followed immediately. But the spasm passed with the same speed that it had struck him. They were coming more regularly now.
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An imprisoned actress tells her visitor how, when her one-woman show bombs and her director-husband suffers a tragic accident, she has only two performances left to turn the show into a success and save her sanity and her life. …A contemporary short story inspired by a character from Chekov’s writings on theatre.
I recall an overly-efficient, officious prison officer ushering me into interview room three; I recall the sounds of iron doors and grills clanking, keys jangling – all these sounds and more resonated within my ears, drums pounding with each clash of their discordant, metallic rhythm.
I wondered – taking my place in front of Sarah Devine, murderess, the two of us sitting opposite each other, across the expanse of the solitary, wide table – why it was, in the three years she had already served of her sentence, I appeared to be the first person to have visited her. Between us, on the table top, lay a long, thin legal-sized envelope. I saw it bore her name: Ms S. Devine.
I sat then, as now, pen poised over my notebook – scratching words as eagerly as they flowed. This is the story she told me – her story, her words – as faithfully as I can recall them from our meeting earlier today, from memory and from my meagre notes.
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