This is dark.
Dark and ugly.
And it was soooo fun to write.
However. I cut and cut and cut (pun intended) and I am still officially over the word count. Please consider this my IOU for 35 words. I promise I will deduct them from next weeks SC!
Prompt is in bold.
To read other, less macabre, offerings using the same prompt, just click here.
PS. Sorry in advance if you have a squeamish stomach today. Mwahahahahahahahahahaha! And sorry for the weird spacing on this. I can't seem to fix it in blogger today.
"Melt butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat,” I sing-songed.
“Your food tastes like swill! Why isn’t the laundry done? What the hell is wrong with you? Crack-Crunch-Smack!”
“Wait until the butter is sizzling hot,” I cautioned myself.
“You are so fat and ugly! WTF is wrong with you? No-one else will ever love you! Crack-Crunch-Smack!”
“Make sure the knife is sharp,” I reminded myself.
“You are just a stupidstupidstupiduglyfatbitch! Why aren’t my shirts ironed? This house is disgusting! Crack-Crunch-Smack!”
I turned from the lovely, bubbly fragrance on the stove.
My kitchen was spotless.
My apron was freshly laundered and ironed.
I heard my knife crack-crunch-smack through the bones of his femur.
“Yeah. I told you if you ever laid a hand on me again you were going to pay!”
I chuckled to myself and turned his corpse to begin the butchering.