“That’s good. I’m glad you’re clever. I couldn’t have come otherwise.” He was in uniform.
When we were done, I kissed Jared goodbye. If I saw him again, it would be under very different circumstances. But I seriously doubted that he’d be the one that came for me.
After that, I cooked Kurt’s favorite dinner. Not because he’d get the chance to eat it, but because it kept me busy. I was buzzing with energy. For the first time in a long time, I was excited about my husband coming home.
When he walked through the front door, Kurt didn’t know I was standing in the corner where the coat rack normally stood. He didn’t know I had a butcher knife in my hand.
I’d considered drawing it out, but I had no patience for it. There was another life for me, and I was ready.
I slit his throat before he could even announce that he was home, and oh how he loved to announce his arrival. I’m glad that I was able to take that from him in the end. After everything he’d taken from me, it was the icing on the cake.
When it was done, I wiped the blood off my hands and picked up my phone.
“Hi, Mom. I’ve made entirely too much for dinner. Would you and Daddy like to join us?” I said into the phone.
Copyright 2017© Sara Bourgeois
Stalks is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.