The Sphere

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REALITY


‘What's the matter, I-’

The bell rang. Who's here so early?

The police.

Why was the police at my house, at seven-fifteen in the morning?

‘Hello Mr. Hill. Would you mind if we came in and had a talk with you?’

‘No, of course not.’

I welcomed them inside. After they walked in, I looked out. I saw a police car outside Simon's house.


Well, fuck.


IT WAS A DREAM.


I believe the second voice. We sat down. They sat directly in front of me. I broke the silence, after my wife brought us glasses of water.

‘So what brings the police to our house?’

‘Murder.’ The fat one replied, with a smile.

‘Excuse me? Murder? Oh my god. Who?’

Another smile. ‘Simon Fernandez. Your neighbor.’

Well, fuck.

‘Any signs on the murderer?’

‘More than just ‘signs’ Mr. Hill.’ Smile upon smile upon smile. I didn't know what to reply to that. A faint ‘Uh-huh' left my mouth.


IT WAS A DREAM, JORDAN!


‘Mr. Hill,’ the thin one began, ‘I'm going to have to tell you this- we've spotted you going to Fernandez's house at about 2 last night. The CCTV in front of his house caught you there. Also we see your wife rushing in minutes later, and you both walk out a few minutes even later. It looked like she was pulling you, and you looked like you didn't want to walk. Well, we can't really say anything with that, as we didn't make out any blood on you. We have the murder weapon- a gun, and there are fingerprints on it. We're going to have to take fingerprints-from you and your wife.’


Amy had walked to right behind me by now.


They took the fingerprints, we had no problem at all. It was indeed a dream.

After they took our prints, the thin man, Jason was his name, I think, took the slides and went outside. The fat man, Edward I guess, was silent all the while, and his silence scared me. My wife was trying hard to suppress her sobs. No, there was something she knew, and I didn't.

Jason was back. The fat one (I’d prefer to call him that) got up. They exchanged a few words, a few smiles and then they turned to me.


‘Mr. Hill, were going to have to take you into custody for the murder of Simon Fernandez.’

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