I stammered up, holding my aching head. I could see the moon’s light glowing through the open front door. He stood out on the porch smoking a cigarette. Cautiously I wandered into the foyer where I grasped a candelabra.
“What are you doing in there?!”
“Fixing it the way you wanted darling.” I replied meekly as I stealthily walked out the door toward my husband who was admiring our lush lawn. Then, I mustered all my strength and clobbered him, he fell to the ground groaning and cursing. I mercilessly repeated the process, beating him. It started to pour as the two of us brawled on our suburban lawn. That’s when I saw the glistening lights of an oncoming car. He was furious now, and delirious. He stubbled into the road.
“Don’t ever mess with me again fucker!” I cried as I shoved him into the oncoming traffic. Instantly there was an inhuman thump, and screeching crash…I stood heaving in the rain, smirking, water pouring over my slick face, drenched hair, and delicate nightgown.
i finally did the right thing