Well, it seems we had a short break in the paragraphs of the week. That’s what happens when you get too caught up in writing! And now, a double dose of the paragraph of the week(that will surely make up for my recent absence…).
None of it had made sense at first. Jacques had been John’s old partner on the police force. In the year they had been working together, they had become best friends. After late night patrols, they would have a beer and go back to John’s place, both of them sleeping on the couch while infomercials blared on the TV. It hadn’t taken long for them to do almost everything together. Thinking of their friendship had made him, and even his wife, smile. But that night had changed their lives.
John had doubted everything. John tried to deny it, but the truth was in front of him: Jacques had been sleeping with John’s wife and something had happened between them, maybe pregnancy, maybe a fight, and Jacques had decided it was too much. He had killed her. Or was his mind running away on him again, showing him flames where there were none? John didn’t know, he didn’t know much of anything these days.