By Rachael A Payne
“I wanted him dead, so I shot him.” Sally sat back in her chair, proud of her confession. She took a drag of her cigarette.
The Doctor smiled at such an easy admission, despite the fact that he had not asked her any questions.
Here she sat, this middle aged, scraggly looking woman with greying hair tangled around her taught face. To look at she was weak, thin, with large developing wrinkles on her face and arms, probably due to too much smoking and alcohol abuse, and yet she was dangerous.
“You say your husband beat you?”
“He beat me every chance he got and not just with his fists. It was chair legs, leather belts. One time he up and smacked me in the head with a tyre iron. A tyre iron, can you believe that?” She shook her head and spoke to herself, “I hated him.”
“Is that true Sally?”
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