Musical Chairs
by Thomas Kleaton
Two men circled a high-back chair under a single dim bulb in the cellar.
“Shame on you two, trying to rob an old widow.” The record Carol placed on the turntable hissed, and then Perry Como began to sing.
The younger man was ogling her again. Her beauty was striking, unmarred by age.
“And you, lover,” she said. “Leering at me. Made me feel seventeen again. Too bad you pulled the knife.”
She thumbed the hammer back on the revolver.
The last strains of Killing Me Softly With Her Love ended with a screech as she lifted the tone arm.
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