Racking a brain
He straightened his collar in front of the mirror, put his hat on and made it steadily to the front door. A cold shiver run through his body: an aftermath reflex that spoke of receiving clemency for the deed done and the thrill of excitement as he had about embarked in a new order of taking up his life.
He was pleased with himself, with a self-indulgence that lapped at arrogance's hem.
Freedom shone on him with a beatific sheen.
He unbolted the door, lay a hand on the handle, ready to drink from the fresh well of the night.
''Darling, have a good time out, but haven't you forgotten something? I want a kiss, a proper kiss before you leave the poor missus alone at home!''
Her grin stretched wider than the crack racked by the axe planted in her skull earlier that evening by her scrawny jittery hubby. Slowly she rolled and raised herself from her favorite armchair.
It goes without saying that the door would remain shut for a far longer duration than his hollow gasp of asphyxiation.
He was pleased with himself, with a self-indulgence that lapped at arrogance's hem.
Freedom shone on him with a beatific sheen.
He unbolted the door, lay a hand on the handle, ready to drink from the fresh well of the night.
''Darling, have a good time out, but haven't you forgotten something? I want a kiss, a proper kiss before you leave the poor missus alone at home!''
Her grin stretched wider than the crack racked by the axe planted in her skull earlier that evening by her scrawny jittery hubby. Slowly she rolled and raised herself from her favorite armchair.
It goes without saying that the door would remain shut for a far longer duration than his hollow gasp of asphyxiation.
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The Missus.