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Killing Abel – A Simple Case of Fratricide

Killing Abel – A Simple Case of Fratricide

I don’t have much time.

I will not hide.

This is hard for me to write, but it may well be my last piece.

I realize this might not be an appropriate venue, and for that, I apologise in advance.


Last night I killed a man. Stabbed him through the chest with my kitchen knife. The feeling of the steel piercing through the sternum will haunt me forever. It was a knife I used daily to julienne daikon. It is now stained red with fraternal blood.

I think I missed his heart. Didn’t matter. It stopped him cold.


This was not premeditated. It was clearly self-defense. He had no weapon in hand, but has a history of violence. I’d not seen him for years, an older brother, but not by much. 

We got separated when our parents divorced. He lived with my father.

Usually a gentle soul, he has been known to completely flip. I remember in my youth him coming after me with a golf club in hand. I thought he would crack my skull open.

He had not the benefit of a good education. Dyslexia meant he didn’t read books. He passed through the education system with little chance of landing a decent job. My father thought he had creative talent and send him to acting school. Didn’t last long. He fell in with the wrong crowd. Dabbled in drugs.

At 18 he came to live with us. We left him alone once and returned to the house only to find him unconscious on the floor. The place had been burgled, things smashed. When we revived him, he told us that robbers had knocked him out.

The police came and discovered that the exterior window had indeed been compromised, from the inside. Turns out he had faked a burglary to get into my mother’s locked bedroom and once in, he raided the medical cabinet and loaded himself up with God knows what kind of tablets.

I’ve not seen him for twenty years. But last night he came for me as he has done many times. I was scared. I drove the knife, with persistence, through his chest. I wanted it to end.


And then I woke.

A recurring nightmare.

I know not what it means.

It is true I have not seen him for decades. We spoke on the phone a few months back. He was so happy to hear from me. We chatted as if it was yesterday. He’d moved to Norwich. I have no idea what he does for a living. I wouldn’t believe him if he told me.

But I love him. I invited him to come live with me in China.


One day I will return and take care of him.


I wish things could have been different.


Image Credit: The Death of Abel - Gustave Doré (1832-1883)


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Fay Vietmeier

Fay Vietmeier

1 year ago #22

Dean Owen Dean~ I found my self riveted to your words. ... for a second thought ... oh no ... that's why he's not writing anymore ... he in some jail ... a prisoner Compelling connection to Cain & Abel I am so glad you woke up ;~) I do not see you writing past 2017 ... am new to beBee Any reason you are not writing? You should consider a novel ... maybe about brothers...

Debasish Majumder

Debasish Majumder

4 years ago #21

amazing post Dean Owen! enjoyed read and shred your wonderful insight. thank you very much for the post.

🐝 Fatima G. Williams

🐝 Fatima G. Williams

4 years ago #20

Whoa this one was simply brilliant. You are awesome and you know how much I/we love your reading your work. Thank you @Dean san for this awesome piece. All I can say is "I wish things could have been different." You are one of the special bees Stay awesome always 🤗🤗🤗

Lyon Brave

Lyon Brave

4 years ago #19

Oh wow Dean. This is brilliant. You really had me going. I was fully engaged. There is a lot of emotion in this piece.

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #18

#18
Wife's cooking I assume (wishing my wife could cook SE Asian food....)

Ken Boddie

Ken Boddie

4 years ago #17

#16
No beef in the condemned cell for me, Dean-san, just barramundi on a bed of boiled rice prepared in coconut milk, with spinach or green beans.

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #16

#14
Sad to hear Praveen. I can imagine he was quite a character and perhaps a polar opposite?

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #15

#13
You immediately put me on death row? Trust me, it was self defence! But a good question and one that we've all asked ourselves. Simple grilled fish, bowl of rice and some pickles for me (pretty much like what they serve in Japanese prisons anyway). I assume you would honker for some Matsuzaka beef having done the real thing this month?

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #14

#11
Making me squeamish! I can't imagine scalpels are popular murder weapons.

Ken Boddie

Ken Boddie

4 years ago #13

#6
As you ponder darkly in your condemned cell, Dean-san, what will your last meal be, assuming takeaway instantly from anywhere in the world? 🤔

Javier 🐝 CR

Javier 🐝 CR

4 years ago #12

#1
Paul Walters represents what beBee is: diversity. Thanks Dean

Ian Weinberg

Ian Weinberg

4 years ago #11

For me, just another day at the office. But I've advanced from kitchen knives ........... Great narrative Dean Owen

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #10

#9
Not me. I'm enjoying my new digs although it's a tiny windowless cell and I found maggots in my breakfast.

Jerry Fletcher

Jerry Fletcher

4 years ago #9

All I could think of after reading this was the words: "Rest in Peace". I'm not sure that is for you or your dream brother or the breathing brother.

Julio Angel 🐝Lopez Lopez

#7
This Sunday I tell you Dean Owen

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #7

#4
This small comment holds a sorrowful story waiting to be told. Thanks @Julio Angel \ud83d\udc1dLopez Lopez

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #6

#5
#3 And mildly disturbing perhaps and for that, I apologise...

Ken Boddie

Ken Boddie

4 years ago #5

For me, Dean-san, Pascal Derrien holds the honours for summarising this piece capably ..... "chilling, fascinating and oddly beautiful". You are indeed multitalented and multifaceted.

Julio Angel 🐝Lopez Lopez

If the damage had been to me, I would never have said anything to her. But it was my parents, then I said those words, "And however, I love you" since then I have the knife nailed to my body, it comes with me. maybe one day I will take it. Thanks Dean Owen

Pascal Derrien

Pascal Derrien

4 years ago #3

chilling, fascinating and oddly beautiful :-) Mr Dean Owen

Dean Owen

Dean Owen

4 years ago #2

#1
Not too keen on the thought of a Chinese jail cell. I guess it is never too late to make up for lost years, and we all have them. I did with my third (and little) brother when we hit the road together and drove all the way around China. But he lives in Portugal now and it's hard to keep touch. Time to get that knife out of the drawer and cook up some lunch! (probably need to wash it first)

Paul Walters

Paul Walters

4 years ago #1

Dean Owen Thing I love most about your posts is the variety on all subjects , watches, travel, street musicians and now, of all things, fratricide. As I got into the text I was thinking that future musings would be posted from a maximum security prison. Siblings.! I was saddened when I read the sentence " I hadn't seen him for decades' . My only sister and I spoke only on rare occasions until somehow after 'decades' we reached out to each other and now are fast friends. ( I had no idea what an amazing person she is) Blood as they say is thicker than water, even if it is smeared across the blade of your favourite kitchen knife .

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