Once upon a time, I knew everything there was to
know. But now, that time is gone. At my age, I’ve forgotten more than I
remember.
I look down at my beautiful stamp collection. One stamp for every country. Switzerland, where I pushed a man off the
Matterhorn. Gambia, where I injected a
man with strychnine. France with
poisoned wine. Strangulation in the
USA.
Every country in the world. But somehow, I had missed Uruguay. I couldn’t stand being incomplete. I had to correct my lapse. Even at 86.
I booked a cruise to Montevideo. As the cruise was leaving port, I knew I had
to act fast. Failing to kill in the city
itself, I acted before we entered international waters. I pushed an old woman over the railings, but
my mind was not what it was. I left a witness, and the police slowly traced it
back to me.
Now I sit at my desk, holding the precious Uruguayan
stamp in my tweezers, ready to place it in my collection. I hear loud knocking. I move the stamp towards my tongue. I hear the door breaking down.
I need time.
Time for just one more lick.
Like most of my entries, this one neither won nor received an honorable mention. Nevertheless, I persevere!
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