Her face was darker today reflecting the squall inside.
Pushed to her boundaries.
Enough was enough.
Standing in the kitchen,
Apron worn and stained,
A sloppy metaphor for her soul.
She fantasized he was dinner
With every slash of the blade.
She had read a mystery like this once;
Woman serves murder weapon to guests...
A leg of lamb, she recalled.
Sometimes reality isn't as tidy as fiction.
At least this wouldn't be.
A smile slid across her face as she headed for the door.
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Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.