By Philip Scholz
The couple lay in bed, snuggled together. They were too exhausted for rigorous activity.
“Did we forget anything?” the woman asked. Nothing could be overlooked.
“No,” her partner replied, his breath scented with celebratory wine. “Tomorrow, we’ll drive out to the woods and get rid of it.”
He ran a finger, still smelling like disinfectant after cleaning up the blood, down her cheek.
She smiled, calculating the estate’s value. Soon, she’d have everything she ever wanted.
Down in the garage, her husband lay decomposing in the trunk of his battered old car.
Someday, they would get rid of that eyesore, too.
Succinct & impactful. Great read.
So much said, so few words. Such a tasty morsel.
Creepy!! I liked it!