Milk Carton

“Jamus

Your wife is having an affair behind your back. Every night when you go for your overnight fishing trips, a man drives a car and parks in front of your house where he spends the evening with your wife. I’m only informing you of this as an anonymous tip, I hope you know what to do.”

Reading the letter in disbelief, I can’t believe that my honey is cheating on me, she has another man than me. “No” I say, I must see this for myself, tonight I shall see it.

Walking through the dimly lit streets of my hometown, I thought about the times of me and my wife together, every part of me dreads if the contents of the letter is true or not and me hoping it’s not true. The times when we went through ups and downs together, meeting her for the first time in college, our fights together. 

“Could it be that I wasn’t enough?” I thought to myself, “No, it mustn’t be” I must have received a prank letter, it could all be just it, a prank.

I reached my house and removed my shoes when I entered. My wife greets me from the kitchen. 

“Honey! Are you going fishing tonight?”

“Yes”

“Oh! What are you going to catch?”

“Sea Bream”

“Yay! We’re having sashimi for breakfast then”

I got changed into my fishing gear, grabbed my cooler and fishing rods. Thinking about our conversation on the way out the house, “Was I too cold towards her recently?” I asked but I must see it for myself.

I reached the pier and I began setting up my gear. I had this deep aching feeling my chest, I looked back in the direction of my house, I looked back onto my watch, nine-forty eight pm. It takes me forty minutes to walk back home, if I were to walk home now, I could catch this so-called affair happening.

After thinking on it for some time, I decided to pack up my gear and start walking back home. 

“Jamus, you’re going home now? They start to bite around this time” 

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going home now”

A regular spoke to me, I hurried home with intent in my heart. Once I reached home, my fears came through, a white car parked outside my house. I recognised the car as being a very expensive one, I walked to the the house with my shoes on and creeped up the stairs, I hear moaning from the master bedroom. I creaked the door open ajar and I saw my wife having intercourse with a stranger.

In a jealous rage, I crept into my kitchen, grabbed a knife and walked up the stairs and sneaked into the master bedroom, I opened the door and stabbed the man in the back. I turnt to my wife and I stabbed her eight times in the chest, the stranger called out “Murderer! Murderer! You killed her” before running away.

I looked around the room and looked down at myself, I was covered in blood. I calmly walked out to the front of the house, got onto my bicycle and rode to the nearest police post to turn myself in.

When I reached the police post, I parked my bicycle in front of the police post and walked in. I was awkward as it was my first time in a police post

“Excuse me! I’d like to turn myself in, I killed my wife, this is the weapon I used.”

The officer shocked at my appearance, shouted out to the other officers to call homicide. They took me to one of the rooms at the back and I was questioned

Many years has passed since I was charged for murder, I was released on parole and I was staying with my parole officer who passed me money from the sale of my house and the money I made as a woodworker in prison. I expressed my desire to open a woodworking workshop to my parole officer and he cheers me on about my desire to open a place of my own and showed me a few photos of places that could be renovated into a woodworking workshop.

As a sign of welcoming this new era of my life, my parole officer hands me a carton of milk to cheer me. He holds up another carton of me and says.

“Come on Jamus, let’s toast to a new era of your life!”

We toasted and drank the milk together, though how clear the life is, my hands are forever stained with the blood of the woman that I once loved. I must forever live with this guilt in my heart as I am not as pure as the milk carton that I’m drinking is.