He felt complete shame. How could he have lost his temper so? He was usually so docile.
She had infuriated him, though. Humiliated him. He just could stand for it.
He picked up the iron poker from the fireplace with purpose.
All it took was one good swing.
There wasn't as much blood as he would have thought, especially for a head wound.
He took her body to the cellar, then went back upstairs to clean up.
After getting some needed items, he returned to the cellar and got to work. He always wondered what human flesh tasted like, and she may well feed him for the entire winter, leaving no evidence behind.
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Short Stories 2
NouvellesThe second set of short stories based on prompts such as first sentence starters and 3 random words. Some of these are quite old...can you spot the newer from the older?