“Morning!” She says musically.
A barely mumbled, “Morning,” shoots back.
Every day for years, the same miserable response. Her sisters’ ugly heart and mind displays qualities Anna detests. Her hatred for her sibling grows darker. She detests the sound and sight of her. This morning something inside of Anna broke.
Her hand reaches for the drawer pull. A knife lay glittering amongst the other dull utensils. Her hand mindlessly retrieves the sharp silver. The tip of the knife follows her sister through the gloomy house. It plunges. Blood everywhere. Silence.
Cobwebs clear as she reaches for the coffee pot and sighs.
wow….ok, this could go any direction….i love it!!
Thanks so much David! 🙂
I think more attention needs to be paid to matters like singular and plural possessives.
Clay, I will do my very best to pay closer attention. Thank you for your critique. 🙂
Overwhelmed! I can so relate. Brava!
Thanks Pat! So many people . . . 🙂
I liked the twist in the tail! Nice.
Thank you so much Firdaus. Glad you liked the twist! 🙂