The Bucket List of CrimeA Story by Eleanor WhittakerWell what's more fun than an old man who is out to avenge his cat through an extensive bucket list of crime!The quite town of Sandacre. A hotspot for every elderly
person in the South of England. Zimmer frames and pharmacies line the streets.
Sandacre has more drug users than Amsterdam in summer. Evening entertainment in
Sandacre consist of bingo or antiques roadshow. John Black was here to change
things to something more exciting because what’s more exciting than murder? Once John Black had entered Sandacre it was time to select
his victim. Maybe some old biddy on their way to Pilates. All John Black knew
was that it had to be someone old. He held the strong opinion that old people
are very selfish, how dare they live so long. This was something John Black
aimed to change? For the only thing old people add to the area are care homes,
and medical bills. John black was here to help the economy, save the NHS and
complete number two on his bucket list all at the same time. John Black waited until the late night bingo session at
Sandacre’s local church was finished. He never really liked bingo. However dear
old Gladys loved bingo, and had recently been awarded bingo player of the year.
An achievement she was very proud of. So when she finally pottered out of the
church and saw John Black she truly believed he was coming to congratulate her,
on her superior bingo playing skills. How wrong was she? Now John Black was a
big fan of spontaneity, claiming it was the true spice of life. He took this
into account when he noticed Gladys was walking with a big wooden cane. He
decided that he would steal her cane, and proceed to beat her with it. Gladys
hit the deck like a sack of potatoes. Which is similar to what she looked like
after John Black was finished. Gladys was left on the side of the pavement, for
the bin men to collect. Pulling out his notebook, John Black crossed murder off
his bucket list. If you are wondering why John Black has just gone and
murdered poor old Gladys for the sake of a bucket list. Then you have to look
to three months ago, when John Black discovered that he had a year two at best
left until he died. The big C. As you can probably guess John Black did not
take the news well. Before this John Black was your perfect citizen. With the
perfect lawn, he read the local paper and had never committed a single crime in
his life. So you can imagine that John Black thought it was terribly unfair that
he should have to die. While terrorists and drug lords continued to live.
However his greatest motivation to create his bucket list of crime were his
next door neighbours. Devout Catholics, who were so biblical they could be the
next disciples. However they accidently ran over John Black’s dear old Tabby
cat Tiddles the third. A brutal murder that John Black has never truly
recovered from. Since he had, so little time left why not commit some crime and
avenge the Late Tiddles the third. The Bucket List 1. 1.High Treason 2. 2. Murder 3. 3.Hit and run 4. 4.Shoplifting 5. 5.Speeding 6. 6.Vandalism 7. 7.Drunk Driving 8. 8.Jay Walking 9. 9. Fraud 10. 10. Money Laundering John Black was a royalist at heart. He loved the Queen and
everything royal. He is the proud owner of seventy-two different royal
commemorative mugs. Considering this High Treason was a strange thing to have
as number one on his bucket list. John Black hated swans. Killing a swan in
John Blacks eyes is basically High Treason. It would have to do. All John Black had to do was work out how to kill a swan.
John Black didn’t want to have to go near a swan again after a damaging
experience as a child; involving Ice cream, a cigarette and a broken kettle. To
say the least poor John Black ended up with a broken arm and some swan related
childhood trauma. After some research on the interweb, John Black learned that
swans are highly allergic to acorns. A quick stop off at the local farmers
market left John Black with everything he needed to commit high treason. He had
the bait a loaf of bread. Then he set the trap stuffing, the loaf full with
acorns just like his sister had violated the last Christmas turkey. Sitting by the river he tried to look inconspicuous armed
with a bag of Werther's originals and poor Gladys’s cane he looked like any
other over 60. The sun was setting and it was prime swan feeding time. John
Black sighed as he realised he was missing his favourite show, Countdown. The
swan had to die quick or John Black wouldn’t make it home in time to work out
the next dingbat puzzle. The swans were on the far side of the river too far
for dear old John Black to reach. In an attempt to draw them closer John Black
threw some Werther’s in the water. Thankfully his plan worked and the swans
began to swim over. The swans had arrived and began to amble out of the water
nearing closer and closer. John Black became overcome with emotion as his unresolved
childhood trauma came racing back. In panic he threw the entire loaf at the
head swan, whose neck instantly snapped. John Black gripped his arm remembering
the pain of the swan attack. He took solace in the dead and now twitching body
of the swan. John Black could sadly not leave the swan there for any Tom, Dick
or Harry to find. John Black grabbed Gladys’s cane and prodded at the swan,
before stabbing it into the water. The body washed away slowly down the river
before becoming lodged in some weeds. Job done. In doing this he had completed
number 1 on his bucket list so pulling out his notebook he crossed out High
Treason. Tiddles the third would be pleased on how swiftly John Black was
completing the Bucket List. © 2016 Eleanor WhittakerAuthor's Note
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