If she’d spent the extra money for a private deck on the stateroom, I could have done it any time. As it was, I had to get her onto the Lido deck when nobody was watching.
She always had this thing about being mistaken for my mother, and made a point to kiss or caress me in public so there’d be no mistake. It got stares, let me tell you.
The timing was bad, since so many people had seen us together. I’m getting cabin fever, but it isn’t smart to be seen without her.
Somebody might start asking questions.
Very well-written. The characters are very rounded and realistic.
So good this story. I could see her – and him.
A classic murder mystery. You’ve given your murderer a nice problem, with the demonstrative nature of his wife making concealment essential.
It could also be a her, as you left it gender ambiguous. Lido deck, bottle of empty champagne, and “OVERBOARD!”
Well done, and I found myself imagining the story before and after your story, and I too, enjoyed envisioning these two characters.
Murder on the high seas! I could not help but wonder if there was some basis to the wife’s concern about the mother. Perhaps he did away with Wifey-poo to get back to Mother dear.
Oh my! The voice in this story put me in mind of Poe’s character in “The Beating Heart.” Really good writing.
Intrigue, murder and the high seas. Who could ask for more? Nicely done.
Will he get away with it? I hope not.