She sat thinking intently…
Where could she hide it?
Under the bed?
Or maybe in the kitchen cupboard –
He’d never wander there - did he ever?!!
His birthday.
She smiled at him happily, like a new bride.
‘Happy Birthday, darling’, she said – sang, almost.
She waited for him to wash his face (tap on - splash splash splash – tap off)
And as he turned around to face her,
She hugged him lovingly,
Her unwavering hand wrapped tightly around his moulded back.
As he looked at the darkening river flowing down his stomach.
4 comments:
Oh my... that's a bit dark... but, well written. Should we warning your hubby? Hehe
Hey you..thanks! It is dark, isn't it?!! I think the hubby is safe...sometimes I need to let my 'dark' side out this way..haha. When you leaving?
what ? she killed him ? why ?
because she wanted to. he wasn't being very nice to her, obviously :)
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