By Angie Brocker
Digging the hole deeper than necessary, I still had no regrets about volunteering to bury the body. Smaller-framed females are always appreciated—this one was tiny but strong. Although I was exhausted from a difficult catch, every ounce of my body felt rejuvenated with each shovel full of fresh, cool dirt.
My husband should have known his indiscretions wouldn’t remain unnoticed or go unpunished. He has been married to me for fifteen years, after all. Too bad he didn’t realize my bi-monthly recipe club was actually a Kill Club. Normally the person choosing doesn’t participate, but, this time, I couldn’t resist.
I like this story. I wish there was more of it. The first paragraph captivates the reader.
Thank you, Stacie!
Wickedly humorous!
Thank you – I appreciate it!
Ah, revenge is sweet. I only wish that, in line with the title, the kill club didn’t just kill the women but also served them up at supper to the straying husbands. if I read the story correctly which I’m not totally sure of.
Omg It grabbed me!!! I wish there was more too!!!!