A Second Opinion

As some readers will know, people can only be killed once.

The correct version of the wrong statement in my previous posting is:

Friday, 13th October was a memorable evening. I made my first decision to kill someone.

The date was indeed unlucky for fiery, feisty, flame-haired, emerald-eyed, green underwear-clad Shannon O'Shaughnessy, being the someone I had decided to kill.

Making the decision was difficult. Extremely difficult. I agonised. I drank wine. I agonised some more. I drank more wine.

Finally, I decided I needed a second opinion.
“Willow, do you think I should kill Shannon?” I asked myself.

I waited expectantly for the answer.

“Yes,” I heard.

“Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”

I sighed. “Oh, all right, then.”