Warning Signs You Are A Horror Author

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?”

“What? Pardon?”

“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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