Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
Cloud Illusions
When Mandy and I were kids, we’d lie on our backs, making up stories about what we saw in the clouds. Mandy saw unicorns, princes(ses), and hearts, while I viewed dragons, bears, or snakes with ominous teeth.
Needless to say, Mandy is a romance writer and I dabble in psychological thrillers.
Mandy: There’s a crocodile in my sky.
Me: Divorce the weasel now.
I know she rolls her eyes.
Mandy: Why don’t you like him?
Because he’s a wife-murderer and you’ll be his next victim?
His reflection appears on my monitor.
Huh. I might have been wrong about his next victim.
end
Hope she has pepper spray ready to blast him!
Dear Sascha,
Uh oh. And not enough words to tell me what happens next. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochele
So well done!
Is there a technical name for wife’s-friend-murderer? This made me smile
Yikes! Good one. I’m always amazed at the women who gravitate toward killers (for instance, Ted Bundy). Bad boys are one thing, murderers another. Title makes me want to sing (I really don’t know clouds at all…)