A VISIT AT CHRISTMAS
BY BOB FRENCH
The
judge at Edmonton Crown Court cleared his throat, thanked the jury, for their
service, then glanced up at the young man standing in the dock.
“You have been found guilty of grievous bodily harm
against Miss Victoria Smith.” The judge stared down at his papers
then adjusted his glasses.”
“Charles
Alexander Fenwick, you have been convicted of the offence of manslaughter, by
the verdict of a jury. The court has heard that on the 31st of
December 2023, You and the victim, Miss Victoria Ann Smith, caught the 11:10pm
train from Bristol Temple Mead to
“I have
considered the aggravating factors in this case, including the fact that you
were both drunk and fighting in a public place, I have also considered the
mitigating circumstances, and the evidence of Doctor Yellington regarding the
medical state of Miss Smith.”
He turned to
the Doctor. “Doctor, as of nine o’clock this morning was Miss Smith still in a
comma?”
The Doctor
stood. “That is correct Your Honour.”
“And is there
any indication as to when she will recover?”
“I am afraid
that only nature can tell us Sir.”
The judge
turned his attention back to Alexander. “Your lack of remorse about the health
of Miss Smith’s condition is plain to see. I therefore sentence you
to a term of twelve years imprisonment. You will serve half of this sentence in
custody before being eligible for release on license."
That night in the Duck and Pheasant, Alexander’s
second home, everyone felt sorry for their star rugby player. Some
gave their penny worth about a fair trial, others thought
Victoria Ann Smith had arrived in the small town
hoping to get a job at the Bristol Royal Infirmary. She had
qualified as a nurse in
On a cold, wet and windy Saturday afternoon in
November, some of
Without thinking,
Two of the players were classed as walking wounded,
but one player, a tall six-foot blond-haired man had to be stretchered off the
pitch.
“Sure. Let me examine him properly
first.”
The coach, whose name was Bert, dug out a rusty old
tin with a white circle and red cross on it. “This is all we have.”
“Alright Bert, help me get this muddy jersey off him,
but be careful, it looks as if he has a dislocated shoulder. After a great deal
of gentle pulling and pushing, Bert swore.
“Sorry love. We are going to have to cut
him out of it.”
“No! it’s my favorite shirt.” The player shouted.
“What’s you name?”
“Alexander. Do you really have to destroy
my jersey?”
“No, not really. I can leave you in your
stinking, muddy shirt and wait until infection sets in. Then I doubt
you will ever play rugby again. Your choice?”
Alexander reluctantly gave in and lay back down on the
physio bed.
“Now just relax. I will count to three then
you will feel a sharp pain as I put your shoulder back in its right place, OK?”
“One, Two,” then she pulled his shoulder back into its
original place.
What followed was a string of foul language, including
some words that
“Right, lets look at the rest of your injuries. Bert,
can you sponge his legs down so I can get a good look please.”
“umm! This looks bad. I think you are going to need
stitches. Do you have the kit to do this Bert?”
“Yes. Not sure if it’s clean and sterile though.”
“Have you any antiseptic?”
“Yeh, got that in a bottle over there. I’ll get
it. Do you need some cotton wool?”
Once Bert had finished cleaning the mud from his legs,
After the game had finished, the bar, club hall and
dressing room started to fill up. Bert suggested that he’d bring
Alexander out once he’d got him sorted.
From that moment on, for over a year, Victoria and
Alexander became an item. They were never seen apart. Then in the
summer, he invited her to move into his flat and for a few months’ life was
bliss. They even decided to pool their resources and open a joint account.
Alexander gradually became aware of her variable
behaviour and was a little surprised. She was not slow in
coming forward so that she got her way. Alexander was what one may call a
gentle giant, a bit of a push over and he thought it was just first or second
date nerves.
At Christmas, he wanted to take her up to
A few months later they were contemplating a spring
holiday. Alexander suggested
Alexander knew many of
“Thanks for meeting up with me and please forgive me
if I cross over any boundaries of friends trust. Since we got
married,
A week later Alexander suggested that they follow the
rugby team down to
It was the late afternoon on the 24th of
December and Alexander was about to start his eight years in
prison. Alexander kept himself to himself, but the word got out that
he had beaten his wife into a coma and she had died. As he watched
the rugby game one of the Prison Staff touched him on the shoulder and
quietly said that he had a visitor.
“Who is it? No one ever visits me. Are you
sure?”
“Just get a move on. I want to watch the game as
well.”
Alexander went to the visitor’s room, sat down in
the cubical and waited.
Then the door opened and a woman entered the
other side of the glass.
When she took off her scarf and glasses, Alexander
stood up and stared at the woman.
“God! I thought you were dead.”
“But have you told my solicitor that you have come out
of your coma and that I want to challenge my sentence. I still have money you
know.”
Copyright
Bob French ~ Dec2024
Did he check with the hospital on the release of his wife? Being next of kin surely he should have been informed? Nice story Bob...
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