He doubled over in his easy chair. When he straightened up there was a look of agony on his face.
“Stomach cramps,” he moaned, trying to get up but too weak and in too much pain to do so. “Must have been something I ate.”
“Oh dear,” said his wife, looking away before he could see the smile on her face. “I’d better call an ambulance.”
But of course he was gone before help arrived.
“Stomach cramps,” he moaned, trying to get up but too weak and in too much pain to do so. “Must have been something I ate.”
“Oh dear,” said his wife, looking away before he could see the smile on her face. “I’d better call an ambulance.”
But of course he was gone before help arrived.
