May 09, 2005 14:54
GWW Drabble 2:
“Not this time, you belching fornicating mound of useless putrescent flesh.” She fairly spat her defiance at him with all the venomous vigor twenty years of matrimonial captivity had soaked into her-flesh, blood, and bone.
Her bags were packed and already stowed in young Yancy’s fancy sports car ready to make their escape with the life insurance paperwork safely ensconced in the zippered compartment up front. There was only one bulbous bellied thing between her delicate flower scented self and freedom, and Yancy would be coming out of the closet anytime now to take care of that.
Anytime now.
Yancy?