Dear Jennifer

One of my creepier flash fictions.

Dear Jennifer,

I'm sorry. Not for the fact that you're dead. But because this couldn’t have happened any other way. Sometimes I laugh to myself realizing that you couldn't see the signs. I feared the endless calls, texts, and such would give my motives away. But no, your trust was easily won.

Equally as surprising, you invited me right into your house. Oh how easy it was the tuck the wire inside my jacket pocket. You wanted to get shitfaced so there was no way you would tell your parents I had come over. How satisfying it was to feel your life slip away at my hands. Your drunken state just made it that much easier. I had to make sure no one took you from me. And I won.

I even went to the funeral to pay my respects before turning myself in. Just seeing your parents there, tears rolling down their cheeks… such a reward. My one regret was not telling them exactly how much you wept, how you begged me to let you go. How you clawed and struggle as your life slowly came to an end. The final booze-ridden breath you took as the wire tightened around your feeble neck. Oh well... even from my little padded cell it's not impossible to tell them.

I must go now my love, but I hope to see you again one day.
                            
Yours forever,
Quinn

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Quinn tucked the paper inside an envelope, then began to write another with a smile stretching across her pale face.

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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Shannings,

Please leave the included letter on Jennifer’s grave. Also, I have something else to share with you...