Apologies for the uncreative title, my creative juices are not flowing and Lamb To The Slaughter is too fitting of a name.
Mary Maloney sat on the couch, scrolling through her typical social medias and answering emails on her computer. Her phone sat quietly on the coffee table. Occasionally, she would pick it up to check the time, counting down the minutes to her husband’s return from work. Right on schedule, Patrick Maloney entered the house.
Mary greeted her husband from the living room, as usual. He replied, but he sounded frustrated or stressed, he must be exhausted from work. Patrick thumped into the living room and collapsed onto the couch beside her.
“Busy day, huh?” Mary asked with remorse.
Patrick didn’t really reply, only sat up and grunted. Mary walked over to the kitchen to make dinner. It was an eat-out night but she already knew that Patrick was not in the mood to go out. She looked in the freezer for any meat to cook. She picked out a tough leg of lamb.
“Lamb for dinner?” She asked.
“Doesn’t matter, could you come here for a second?” This made Mary a little anxious. He never said that unless he had something really important or serious to say. Given he was already in a not great mood, this was not going to be a great talk, either. She approached the couch with caution, the leg of lamb still in her hands.
“Something wrong?” Mary asked hesitantly.
“Just come sit down,” Patrick commanded. He paused, then he told her everything. Mary was so shocked she could hardly understand what he was talking about. She stared at her husband in disbelief. His back was turned to her as if he didn’t have the courage to look his pregnant wife in the eyes and tell her he cheated on her. She knew the statistics, she knew people who had been divorced, but she never thought it would happen to her.
She wasn’t thinking. She couldn’t think, her mind couldn’t handle what she was hearing. She didn’t think, she just acted. Mary raised the lamb she still had in her hand and clubbed her new ex-husband on the head. She thought he would fall immediately, but instead he swayed for a couple seconds before crashing onto the living room floor.
Status: Killed her own husband. That will really get the guys, won’t it?
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