How should they die? Poison seems overdone. Perhaps a nice blunt force trauma to the skull. Cracking it in like a broken eggshell. I imagine walking into the hardware store.
“I’d like a big flashlight, please.”
I’m taken to the right aisle.
“Do you have anything bigger?” I ask. “It needs to be large enough to bash in somebody’s hea—”
“…don’t you think?”
“You weren’t listening to me, were you?” says Liz.
“Yes, I was.”
“What was I saying then?”
“You were asking what I thought about…” I trail off, hoping Liz will jump in and help me out with a key word or something.
Liz crosses her arms and gives me a look.
“Apologies. I wasn’t listening to you. I was thinking about killing a character.”
“Not a good one?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Will I be upset?”
“Time will tell.”
©2017 Jan L. Mayes
Eric Hoffer Award Winner
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