The Protruding Weed

John’s POV

He came home and threw the stuff on the kitchen counter. “Mira?”

No sound. He tried again. Her jacket was gone, her shoes were gone, and there was no trace of her.

He had only left her half an hour ago. She wanted to cook some Indian food for him and needed a few things.

He ran upstairs, into his bedroom. That’s when the shock hit him. His safe was open and empty. The new watch he had bought was gone. A gold chain which was a symbol of his good old times, was gone.

“Holy fucking shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Mira……” He screamed her name. He tried her phone. Switched off. He ran outside and took a cab. Her home was locked. She had not been there. He decided to go to police, but the thought hit him. What would he say when they will ask him the source of money? That he sold his wife? He was losing it. He had lost everything. That money was all he had. He had nothing else to survive on.

Should he go to the police? Will they ask him the source of money or they will let it go? No he