Time of Death

Hello loves, how are you all? I realised it has been a while since I’ve posted a short story, and since I recently finished writing one a couple of weeks ago, I thought I would share it wth you! ‘Time of Death’ revolves around the idea of a premeditated or ‘perfect’ murder and follows the story of an odd couple who bare dark secrets…Hope you enjoy it and let me know your thoughts in the comments! Happy reading…

Time of Death

“Drink up love,” chirped the sweet voice of Dr Marjorie Reign as she offered her husband a small vile of clear, sticky liquid.  Mr and Mrs Reign lived the sweet life, residing in a heritage property that had been in William’s family for over a century. Mr Reign was a good man, generous, kind hearted and immensely wealthy – part of the reason Marjorie married him. While Will was a gentleman, Marjorie was witty, witty enough to be one of the leading surgeons in the small town where the couple lived. It was an odd marriage with William being twenty-three years older than Marjorie, but age never got in the way of their happiness, despite the speculations of other people.

It had been a couple of months since William had been diagnosed with encephalitis – a disease that caused his brain great damage. Marjorie was the one who insisted she give him an MRI to make sure everything was well and jolly. “Wouldn’t want to lose all of that knowledge to a silly old disease,” she had said when she had taken him to the hospital a couple months back. The only treatment seemed to be the syrup that Mr Reign would consume everyday at five ‘o’ clock, right after tea and before his long nap. Each day, a couple hours after drinking this liquid, William would suffer a great deal of dizziness and dehydration.  “Symptoms,” Marjorie called them, and who was William not to trust his smart surgeon of a wife?


What William didn’t know was that Marjorie was more than an intelligent woman and successful surgeon. She was cunning and evil and greedier than a miser. Her unquenchable thirst for power and wealth drove her to do crazy things, but she concealed all her madness under her sweet smile and fuzzy amber hair. She always seemed to want to manage their finances, claiming that that kind of work would be far too stressful for dear old William.

The sound of her husband’s sudden struggle for air snapped her out of her vicious daydreams. William collapsed out of his old wooden rocking chair, falling straight on to the ground like helpless prey. Dr Reign had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Dose after dose everyday, she thought her plan would never meet ends.

“Oh darling!” she cried desperately, trying to sound scared and helpless. She picked up the landline and called for an ambulance, delicately placing trembles after each word she spoke. Then, she waited.

The soft ticking of the clock in the hospital room seemed to put Marjorie on edge. Her life was on the line. Anyone would think her plan was pure perfection, but it could either work out perfectly or go down in flames, taking her with it. She waited silently for hours in the brightly lit hospital ward, only breaking her silence to greet colleagues who passed by. When the soft footsteps of her husband’s doctor finally padded through the door, Marjorie snapped out of her daydreams, ready to face what was coming next.

She had this all planned out as if she was directing a film. She knew every response to every question anybody would ask. She knew exactly how she would react to the events she knew would take place. Every diagnosis, treatment and outcome was thought out carefully and spun into a web of lies made to trap her dear old husband.

“Hello Mrs Reign,” acknowledged Dr Carter. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long.”

“That’s alright doctor,” replied Marjorie, with a touch of exasperation.

“Tell me, where is Will? Is he going to be alright?”

“That is what I’ve come to discuss with you Marjorie – Mrs Reign. Your husband seems to be…I’m not sure how to put this.” He said, his voice becoming softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Marjorie had predicted what he would say. In fact, she knew exactly what Dr Carter was about to reveal to her. Being a surgeon herself had its perks; she could tell what was going through Carter’s mind that very minute.

“Brain dead.” Blurted out Dr Carter like it was far too much hold in any longer. “I’m terribly sorry Marjorie but your husband seems to be in an irreversible coma. I’m sure you know what that means.”

Marjorie’s lips quivered softly and she made a noise that sounded like she was stifling a giggle with a sob. Relief flooded through her body, which she covered up by the trickle of her tears staining her cheeks and falling onto her lap.

Marjorie had rarely operated on patients that turned out to be brain dead, and each time she would reveal the news to their loved ones, it would break her heart. However, this time she felt nothing but relief. Relief that all the time and money and effort she had put into slowly killing her husband had paid off. Fooling a wise old man for a long time wasn’t easy, and constantly smuggling neuroparalytic drugs out of the hospital and into her home was proving to be an extremely difficult task.

“Can…can I see him?” she asked uncertainly, tear-stained hands shaking uncontrollably.

“If you must, but a decision must be made…when are we saying goodbye?” inquired Dr Carter, referring to the one thing keeping Marjorie from inheriting all the wealth and power she hoped for. The ventilator.

He led her into the stark white ICU, blinding lights shining the way to the fruit of her labour. There, on an unstable hospital bed laid William, his face serene and eyes deep in endless slumber. The ICU seemed like Marjorie’s depiction of heaven, an empty, bright and peaceful place where her husband would soon be.

Marjorie sat beside him awhile, as she tried to say goodbye to the only person she had loved her whole life. Of course Marjorie had loved Will, he had given her so much and would be leaving her with so much more. That did not mean that she felt even the slightest bit sorry for what she did next. The evil glint in her eye sparkled brighter than heaven ever would.

Bracing herself, she slowly hovered her finger over the switch that was the only thing that was keeping William the slightest bit alive. One flick, she thought. One flick, and all of this will be over. The tip of her finger touched the little lever.

“Goodbye Will,” she whispered. “You always said that you would do anything to make me happy. I’m happy.”

Before she could think twice, she flicked the switch in a split second, her eyes never leaving Will’s closed ones. Then, in very surgical fashion, she said, “Time of death, 19:47”.

And there you go! I am completely aware that some information/ medical terms may be incorrect but this story is merely to entertain! You are more than welcome to take inspiration but I would appreciate it if this story is not copied:) Hope you enjoyed that and let me know if you enjoy reading posts like these!

Signing off,

Shreya xx

“It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way.”

– Ernest Hemingway






  1. robinblueblog · September 28, 2016

    it was even better reading it a second time loved it shreeya xx

    Liked by 1 person

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