David looks upon the supine form of his wife, lying in a drunken stupor on the couch.
He curses the traffic that delayed his journey from work.
His horrified gaze returns to the frozen chicken, nestling in his baby son’s crib.
He opens the oven door – and oblivion engulfs him.
John Saxton
off the chart shockeroonie! quell horrors!
ah man. hate to come home to that. well written.
Thanks very much for the feedback guys. Just got back from holiday so I only just saw your comments. It’s based in truth, actually – I’m a teacher and we had a drugs seminar; I twisted the tale a little, but the thought that it really happened scares me to death. On what strange winds do seeds of inspiration blow…
Chillingly good.
Really nice posts. I will be checking back here regularly.