Help, My Wife Is Trying to Have Me Murdered - a fictional story by David Charles Kramer
Harold hummed a jaunty tune, taxiing his rickety Cessna down the runway. His wife's nagging about his "flying obsession" was a distant memory compared to the freedom of the open sky. Little did he know, back home, Mildred was finalizing a far more permanent solution to her "grounded husband" problem. "Yes, Mr. Bigglesworth," Mildred cooed into the phone, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "The, uh, target is currently airborne. But he should be back for dinner." Harold, blissfully unaware of his "dinner" plans, landed with a flourish. Stepping out, a glint of gold caught his eye – Mildred, on the phone, with a man in a suspiciously black suit lurking by the curb. He caught the tail end of her conversation, "...and make sure it looks like an accident. Those darn lucky charms go straight to me." Harold's jaw dropped. Lucky charms? Mildred wanted him dead for his gold plane-shaped cufflinks and aviator-winged ti...