April First. My birthday. That dazed to my wife will be forgotten once again. What a woman. E 'already so that you do not find the back in bed with another. The rest would not be the first time ...
If I found her in bed with a woman, I'd be less surprised. This will be done to tease me. Whore. If I think about it ... but why a black guy?
As one old friend of mine postman, it is best to ring the bell twice before entering, you save a surprise in two.
It 's been a long time since that time, but the question of finding someone never lets you down, it's like an obsession.
Din Don. Din Don.
Nothing. Yet the light is on.
Here. Here we go again.
Better to play a couple more shots as suggested by the postman ...
- Excuse me, there is none? Were you not go out the window ... we are on the tenth floor!
Silence.
A strange smell of fresh fish I receive in the nostrils.
The kitchen door is hard to open. And 'as if there was something behind it.
Holy Christ!
There is fresh fish on the floor, everywhere.
The glass table is completely smashed. .. But why all this fish? Will not it ... A strange thing sticking out from under that mess ... but ... it is a foot!?
makes me sick. I do not know if it's the smell of fish or what I'm about to find out.
Attached to the foot on the ground, I see the body of my wife. Completely naked.
My attention is that it is totally covered with pieces of fish, and sprinkled with a kind of jelly. Never seen such a thing.
Needless to say, at first I thought of an April Fool's joke. And 'the unpleasant fate of those born on this day. Half of the birthday gifts I received in my life was April Fool's joke. And almost all of my wife.
But this time is different. There is also the clotted blood, on the ground. She has pieces of glass planted here and there and the cuts, perhaps made from glass table shattered ... or maybe not. I do not know what to think. I do not know if it is alive or dead. I'm afraid to check. And if she died? Suddenly I remember thought that there could be someone else in the house. Hidden. But who could have done such a thing and then stay here?
My heart beats wildly. I can not think.
The door was locked from the inside, however, as always. And there is no escape from the windows on the tenth floor.
I take a knife from the cupboard. My first wish is to find out where you can be hidden.
But because there is fresh fish everywhere?! It seems ... actually, it's sushi.
On the balcony there is none. Now to the cabinets.
must be a fucking Japanese this time. Moreover after the Negro, it is natural that he also wanted to try the yellow one bad ... It must be so. But maybe something went wrong in the right direction. Maybe it's a maniac!
In room no smell of incense.
Candles. Everywhere. There has never been candles in my house. And if it was a satanic ritual? We do not believe in nonsense now. I have to calm down.
Meanwhile I am kidnapped by the thought of how you spend your days my wife in my absence, I see that a cabinet is a bit 'open.
do not know what will I do if I find them inside. I want to give him a chance.
- Next gook, if not get out of there immediately, I do a nice plate of sushi with your balls!
No response.
I take a little 'courage. I open. Still
candles. So many candles.
I do not understand anything.
At home there is no other. I've looked everywhere.
So what the hell happened?
In the kitchen the smell of blood has now surpassed that of the fish. It is the blood of my wife. There's always more to the ground. It 's impossible to approach her being run over. The glass must have cut a vein.
try to lift her head to see if it is alive. Suddenly my eye fell on a book sticking out from under a layer of sushi on the floor.
"A thousand ways to surprise your husband and rekindle the desire." My God
There is a bookmark on a page.
"Sushi party for him. At the bottom of the page is a color photograph depicting a nude woman lying on a table spread and completely covered with sushi.
"Perfect for birthdays, anniversaries, special occasions."
stuff you would not believe. I knew I married a very nice woman, and just as stupid, but I did not go that far.
The glass table must have buckled under its weight, when one is lying on it. And now he stands up there cadaverous white, with two wooden sticks stuck in their hair styled in the Japanese.
Suddenly a tremor shakes. He opens his eyes. I see.
A smile pursed her cheeks. It seems not to notice the conditions under which it is. With a wire voice whispers to me:
- Good ..
birthday ... dear ... I remember that with tears in his eyes and choking voice, replied:
"But in many ways to surprise and turn on the desire, why did you choose the Sushi, the smell of fresh fish I is sick? "
She looked at me and with his last breath, he said
" The candles ... he .... " Fine.
remember to have read and reread that book attracted by curiosity to know what they were those damn candles, or what I would tell my wife before leaving.
And who was he?
No trace, no idea. No one believes me. Just
so.
The thing that haunts me is that when the story around, everyone thinks ... it's an April Fool ...
