There was nothing like it. Their first kiss. The way they’d fallen in love. The loneliness that existed before and the salvation he brought. She could see a life with him: a house, a little dog, and maybe a child.

She dragged her knife against rigid metal, grating its edge to a sharp point. Well, she thought, turning to her victim subdued in the kitchen chair. His new girlfriend is welcomed to my leftovers.

Photo:Knife Kitchen Block by Congerdesign via Pixabay.

I’m ready for the spooky Halloween stories!

…other than 2020.

2 Replies to “Leftovers”

    1. Desiree S. Brown – Earth, USA – I'm a fiction writer with common writer aspirations: selling/sharing my work, gaining tons of fans, world domination—strictly in that order.
      Desiree S. Brown says:

      Thank you so much! 😇

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