Each week Sethsnap posts a pic and encourages readers to write a line, poem or a short story based on it. Here’s what the pic spoke to me this week:
Years ago when the Butlers moved here very little was known about their past. In order to introduce themselves, they threw a house-warming party and invited everyone from the neighborhood. Their sociable and suave personality earned them many admirers that night itself. And soon enough their extravagant parties became the talk of the town, people waiting with bated breath for their invitations. The Butlers were the epitome of love, marriage and perfection. Everyone wanted to befriend them. Little did the neighbors know about the bickering and murder attempts behind the closed doors. And it was the day after the Christmas party when they spotted an ambulance and police cars parked outside their home. Mrs. Butler was dead and Mr. Butler was escorted in a wheel chair. And even though he had lost his wife, his legs and few precious jewels that went missing, he was oddly happy.
Till date, nothing is known about the incident and Mr. Butler has refused to divulge the details. Some rumors that have come to light indicate they weren’t even married.