Copyright 2011 The Morning Dread
April 20, 2003
Two hours ago I killed my husband. Tom Everett Manning. He was 36 years old, a teacher at Mission High School. He had a masters in US history, and was under contract by a publisher to write a Civil War novel. Historical fiction was what it was. He was writing an account on the early life of General Chamberlain.
He never finished it. I never got the chance to read it. Truth be told though I doubt I would have even if he did have it done, published, book cover and all. I was never one for history. I guess you could say I’m one of those left-brain types of people.
Or was it right?
Everything’s been flying straight past me these days. Funny that. That right after getting out, right after seeing all that’s been left of the world, the only thing I can think of is my dead husband.