Monday, July 11, 2011


I watched the wind blow through the trees as she screamed in the background.
I heard the wind howl as he struck her in the head.
I watched the trees sway back and forth as he dragged her body across the living room floor.

He watched as I mopped up the blood.
He watched when I started shaving her head.
He watched as I plugged in the electric saw.....

WE watched television as we ate dinner....
SHE watched the wind blow through the trees from the cutting board...

I have a very special recipe I would LOVE for you to try....
Won't you come over?
Become a part of my pie???

short story by Deyandra Williams

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