2.164. Freewrite

That morning Chance was clicking through the Ars Macabre website, looking for unusual C.o.D’s. He liked to call it occupational research. His wife, Emily, had a much different name and idea about his fascination, but she wasn’t in the medical field. The smell of blood made her wretch, so what did she know?

His fat fingers trembled over the mouse’s twin buttons and then pressed one. The page skipped backwards to a list of titles he’d quickly scanned through. He went through the list slower this time until he found the one that had made him stop.

Man Dies in Shower. Self Inflicted injury.

What kills a man in a shower? He almost asked the question out loud, but caught the words in his throat before they could come out as more than a cough. From the kitchen Emily said, “Need some water, hon?”

“I’m fine, thanks!”

He studied the title again. There were only a finite number of self inflicted causes of death, but few could occur in the shower. It could have been a gunshot, but they probably would’ve led with that. Likewise of a knife wound. Yet here was a man dead in the shower by his own hand. Chance clicked the link.

Slit throat.

Apparently the man had been leaning against or rammed his head against the glass of the shower wall and broke through. His head, more specifically his neck, crashed into a shard of broken glass, ending the mans life.

“You don’t see that everyday.” This time he didn’t catch the words before they escaped, and Emily heard him.

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