“Ned! Wife to Ned…” Her nagging broke through his reverie.
“I swear, you’re useless.”
He grimaced then he grinned, his mind slipping back to murder.
I wrote this piece specifically for my coterie of writers at Grammar Ghoul.
wary of when
his next meal might come
the cadger cadge’s on
Envy feigned contentment, but could only think of how pretty the sky was.
Elephants in a cabin, much like bulls in a china shop, will leave you with much shattered glass. Continue reading The More You Know…
Trenchant and desperate thoughts stirred his soul as his brush moved across the canvas in harsh strokes, splattering blues and greens, blending yellows with reds, leaving indistinguishable traces of the masterpiece that lay underneath. He called it “Inner Self”.
“Whats stuck up your butt?”
She slammed the cutlery drawer, causing the silverware to clamber a riotous racket from the force. “Where is it?” Her voice was shrill as she opened a cabinet door and sent the dishes rattling as she closed it again.
“Honey, I have no idea what you are looking for.” Her husband, Bill, tried his best to calm her without getting too close. Years ago, he learned to never get between a neurotic woman and her mental breakdown.
“I know it’s here somewhere.” She flung open the cutlery utility drawer and started to scour through the pens and thing-a-ma-bobs that they stored in there. She stopped, holding six pens in her clutches, and slowly turned toward him. “I know you hid it.” Continue reading The Breakdown…