In deep shadows in a corner of the room, my black eyes glitter, a prideful grin smears my hideous face, as I watch Missy. I tweak the left string of my marionette, she lifts the ax. I pull the right string, the ax swings; gravity hurtles it downwards.
She’s acting out her hatred with no prescience. Her heart’s wounded, her only thought—revenge.
Her betrayer lay drawn into quarters on their marriage bed, blood seeping into knotted nylons. She’ll take him in pieces if that’s how to keep him as she carries his leg to the freezer.
My puppet did well.
Woah. I like this pattyann. This is great.