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Truth or Fiction

The last Truth or Fiction post was true. Yes, I have said good-bye to a few houses but that particular one I felt needed it the most. Or maybe I’m just weird. Toss up.

Sorry I didn’t post last week. Life got in the way. So with that, here’s this weeks story….Is it Truth or Fiction?

 

 

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Dialing D for Drama

 

 

 

 

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I need an ambulance and the police. Someone has been stabbed.”

“Where are they now?”

“In my hallway! They are bleeding pretty bad.”

“Ok, give me your address and phone number. I’ve already dispatched the police and they should be there shortly.”

A little shaken she gives the dispatcher her name, address, and phone number. She’s told to stay on the line until the police arrive.

“How old is the person who’s been stabbed?”

“I don’t know, early twenties maybe.”

“Can you see where he is stabbed or how many times?”

“Not really, there is too much blood. He’s holding his stomach but I can see that he’s been stabbed at least twice in the shoulder and his elbow is sliced open.”

“You’re doing really well. As soon as the police get there I will let you off the phone. Do you know if the assailant is still around?”

“Well, I hope not! But no, as far as I know, they are not around.”

She looks at the young man moaning on her floor and notices for the first time all the blood on the doors and walls and a thought comes into her mind about what a mess she will have to clean up later. Strange thought in the middle of a bloody drama but it seemed to settle her.

She should be more upset. More…she didn’t know exactly. Not this calm. Not this blasé about a man laying on her floor possibly bleeding to death of multiple knife wounds. The dispatcher interrupted her thoughts with another question.

“Do you know the man who’s been stabbed?”

“No, we don’t. He just came up to my husband while he was outside and asked for help.”

Another stray thought crossed her mind as she glanced with worry at the young man now writhing on her floor in pain. Her husband seemed to attract drama like this. It was like he was a drama magnet. Not his fault really, she supposed. She always thought she was the one who attracted it and she did and had plenty of times in the past. Now she was married to someone who did the same thing. Shit.

All she wanted was a quiet life now. No drama. Nothing like this. She wanted boring for a while. Was that so bad? Was that asking too much for her life now? Seems so.

Sighing she saw her front door open and the police coming in. Finally. Someone who could take over.

“The police are here now.” She said into the phone to the dispatcher.

“Yes, I hear them. I will let you go then. You did really well. Goodnight.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

So is this story based on truth or is it fiction? Let me know! How would you have handled a situation like this? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author:

I enjoy reading, writing, and painting. I love animals and at present have one dog (Sam) and 2 cats (brother and sister, Notwen and Pouncer). I've lived in various places in the USA and now in Canada. I've always enjoyed watching life and people and have developed an appreciation for it all. My outlook is sometimes out of the normal.... but that's what makes things so interesting! I am always interested in the opinions of others. Everyone has their own outlook and it's always worthwhile to listen! http://tobreatheistowrite.com

6 thoughts on “Truth or Fiction

  1. Oh dear, this is a difficult one, Jackie! It’s an incredible story, but still somehow feels so authentic … so I’m going to say it’s true. I hope all is well. Hugs 🤗❤️

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  2. Jackie, with your life, anything could be true but you are such a damn good writer that I think you created a good part of this though it could have happened to you. I’m so committed to my answer, not. Keep them coming. Hope you are both doing well. And the fur babies too.

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    1. I’m not sure if I should thanks or not, Marlene! LOL My life is indeed….different. We are both doing ok and so are the fur babies. My babies are getting old though. This month the cats are turning 12 and Sam is turning 10. How time flies! Hope you are doing well also, my friend. ❤

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