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Click hereThe doctor reported to the judge that I was of sound mind when committing these acts and that it was premeditated. The judge said he would rule on the case in another month.
When we went back to court, my daughter and son as well as Rita were in the courtroom. The judge asked me to stand.
"Mr. Brock, I find you guilty of two counts of murder in the first degree. You will be put to death in the electric chair one month from today. May God have pity on your soul."
My daughter and son as well as Rita all cried. My friend Roger gave me a hug. I had tears running down my cheeks but they were tears of joy. It would finally be over and I would be with Mary.
Roger gave me a note from Rita. It said that she had no idea why Mary went with Damon. She told me she honestly believes that Mary was always faithful to me before that dreadful night. She also mentioned that Roger told her how Mary asked me to take her life and believed it to be true knowing Mary would have a hard time dealing with the guilt of cheating on me..
Now it was just a matter of time before I would see Mary again. Two different political groups interfered and had my stay of execution delayed. I got them lifted but it still put off my sentence by two months. The day finally came and they asked me what I wanted for my last meal.
I thought about Mary and ordered a strawberry pie with whipped cream. I thought about my first night with her and smiled while I ate.
Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
And again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
I got one last chance to see my daughter and she told me she loved me. She couldn't understand why I killed her mother. How could I do such a thing to the woman I loved?
"Rosey," I said. "I loved your mother with all my heart and all my soul. I could have forgiven her but she was not able to forgive herself. Please don't hate me. I did what your mother asked of me and now I'm going to go and be with her."
Rosey cried and said she could never hate me. "I love you dad and please tell mom I love her too." I think she finally understood.
Many people will not be able to understand or comprehend my feelings. I will be at peace with the world. I know I was smiling while I walked arm in arm with the preacher. I knew that I would once again be seeing my sweet Mary. We would be together again for all eternity.
I asked in the beginning if you could love someone to much. I guess it's a question that everyone has to ask themselves.
"My sweet sweet Mary, I'm coming to you now. I can see you sitting in a lawn chair waiting for me on the green green grass of home. I love you my darling."
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Thank you for reading my story. A big 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for her editing of this story. Your comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated.
DG Hear
- COMMENTS
menon6112 months agoGood story. I do not think most of your critics are familar with the CW song "green green grass of home" . If they were, they could expect the ending. Expecting realism or rational behavior in fictional Stories is unrealistic.
By the way Bobby Bare had the best version of the song. In the early 1960's Tom Jones had an international hit with the song and Porter Wagoner had CW hit with it.
Anonymousabout 1 year agoWhy the f**k didn’t he just talk to her before she left the house, that’s what a sane, rational man would have done?
NonSequitourover 1 year agoDid you ever go to school and realize you had a paper due fourth period and you hadn't finished it? So you threw shit on paper during other classes or at lunch. That's about the level of stupidity that the last 2 pages of this reads like.
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Mary is late 40's so Myron was pushing 70. “We didn't have sex QUITE AS OFTEN due to my age and her mood swings. Don't get me wrong here. We still made love once a month or so but that was a cut back from our twenty-five years of marriage.” AYFKM? I would consider less than twice a week a ‘cut back’. For once a month I’m not sure my dick would remember how to get up.
Did Myron have early onset dementia? Wednesday eve while Mary is at an art exhibit, Rita calls to tell him she can't go to the opera with Mary and Damon. Mary comes home horny and fucks him and that doesn’t raise a red flag. Friday she is leaving to go to Rita’s and then to the opera and spend the night. He knows Rita is out of town but doesn’t say anything. It takes him hours to decide to go to the hotel to find out the truth (with his gun, he didn’t know why).
The dialog doesn’t give any clue as to why she decided to cheat, but she is already remorseful. Then her request to die because she can’t live with her mistake, and his willingness to do so is just plain stupid. I don’t think it was menopause; I think she had a brain tumor.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoA masterpiece that keeps the reader riveted to the story-line, the plot, the weaving of the events and issues right to the end.
I would have liked to know why Mary was with Damon.
5*+++
BJ
francemanabout 2 years agoHi DGH,
Sorry, but this one didn't work for me.
I was not taken by emotion, and I found the situations a little too extravagant.
On the other hand, congratulations, you have invented a new concept that I did not know and which made me laugh a lot.
The monthly meeting of businessmen with their whores/escorts of the month to compare the novelties (new silhouette address, new breasts, new buttocks...)
It made me relate to the guys getting together with their new tuned cars to see the new options.
