I WAS IN A HOSPITAL WAITING FOR THE ELEVATOR TO ARRIVE. My (now ex) father-in-law was with me. He was angry about someone who has “done something unethical”. He was waving his arms around and shouting aggressively. Just then, he lunged for me. I pushed him away and he lost his footing. He slipped backwards and fell through a gap into the lift shaft. I bent down and looked into the shaft. I could see my father-in-law lying dead at the bottom of the shaft. A piece of onion fell out of the sandwich I was holding and it dropped into the lift shaft. I fled the scene.
It wasn’t long before the body was found by security. The hospital was swarming with policemen questioning everyone. I pretended I didn’t know anything. One of the policemen started asking if anyone had been eating a cheese and onion sandwich that morning. I started to feel guilty because I had fled the scene. Eventually, my conscience got the better of me and I confessed to the hospital chaplain that I had been with my father-in-law when he died.