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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