Prose

Meet me in the kitchen

written by: SNOWonPAPER

JOurnal #1

Why the kitchen bill wondered, it was just as empty as the rest of the house. They were all alone in the new house. There was nothing particularly romantic about the kitchen Bill thought. The kitchen was an ugly yellow why would she want to seduce him in that mustard pit of yellow. Bill sauntered down the stairs holding his box of condems. The sex with Elizebeth was good, but today he was tired, to tired for sex. There once was a time when sex with anyone would have seemed a miracle, now it was a chore.
BIll opened the swinging door to the kitchen, and there was nothing. NO rose petals, no candles, nothing. In fact it was worse. The sink was full of dirty dishes, the cabinets were open, and there was a chair lying on the floor. Bill was angry he walked around the corner to go into the dining room. It was at this moment that Bill felt the cool smooth blade enter his throat. There stood Elizebeth in a brandd new sexy red lingerie. She smelled of sweet lilacs, and then Bill died.

Robert Snow

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