June 23, 2009

With a maniacal gleam in her eyes she rained blows on him.

Die, you bastard, Die!

She sat back and watched him struggle and then die. She walked to the bar and poured herself a drink. Laughing gleefully, she raised her glass.

To freedom, finally.

She heard the latch and saw her husband walk in. He saw the gleam of satisfaction on her face – ‘All gone, huh?’

Let’s just say we’re never gonna be bothered again.

Impressive. You could turn professional, you know?

And what, call myself ‘Xena, the cockroach slayer?’, she laughed, relaxing for the first time since they moved into the new apartment.


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