The rascal heard the front door slam. He jumped up from the lonely housewife’s bed and hurried to put on his clothes. But he was not fast enough. The lonely housewife’s husband entered the bedroom. The husband was livid. The rascal was nervous. The lonely housewife seemed to be enjoying herself. The husband threw a punch at the rascal, who ducked. The rascal kicked the husband in his nuts. One could say the rascal didn’t have much honor in that sort of thing, that sort of thing being honorable fighting. The husband was in pain but this did not stop him from going after the rascal with even more fury. The rascal matadored the husband through the second-floor window, where the husband fell in to a drained pool. The rascal was in shock. The lonely housewife was no longer amused. The husband was dead. Luckily for the rascal the lonely housewife had affection for him. She told the rascal that she would handle the cops. The rascal left. He read about the incident in the papers a few days later. The headline said, “Tragedy Strikes Skytop Drive as Beloved Husband Accidentally Falls to Death.” The rascal read this while poolside at a house three blocks away from the scene of the “accident” while a lonely housewife poured him a glass of iced tea.
The robber robbed eight jewelry stores on Long Island in a three-year period. The ninth robbery went wrong. The jewelry store clerk was a young woman who had just broken off the engagement with her verbally abusive high school sweetheart. The robber didn’t have a high school sweetheart. The robber told the store clerk not to push the red security button under the counter. The store clerk felt empowered by the previous night’s events and thought she could press the button covertly. The robber noticed her moving her hand to press the button. The robber did not want to go back to prison for another ten years so he murdered the store clerk. He went to prison for life, which turned out to be only four more years, so his gamble paid off, or didn’t pay off, depending how you look at it.
"Lonely," a short story by Lydia Davis.
How stories can change with time: the outdated technology spotlights the timelessness of a certain human condition.