In continuing last week’s writing challenge adventure, I’ve chosen to also participate in the Trifecta Writing Challenge! For more information on the prompt (and Trifecta in general) please visit their website.
Without further ado:
The Mutton Dinner – A Trifecta Writing Challenge
God! How she had come to loathe him since she had lost her job a month ago.
Lack of money was the only thing he constantly complained about and this evening had quickly gone from bad to darn-right dangerous. She had never seen him so drunk and physically abusive.
Lying on the floor, she wiped the blood from her nose and mouth with the corner of a dish cloth, watching him pace between her and the stove. She feared he would slam his construction boot into her belly; she winced and curled into a fetal position each time he drew nearer.
She carried their first child and she meant to keep it a secret. Tonight would be her last night in this damn house!
When he took his anger upstairs, she rose from the floor.
She had made up her mind what to do and how to do it. His life insurance policy would take care of her for a long time but there had to be no hint of foul play.
Opening the freezer, she pulled out the leg of mutton.
When he returned, he pushed by her and sat at the kitchen table, pouring himself a drink.
His back to her, she had to strike now or never.
The mutton leg hit him with such force that his face smashed against the table.
She dragged his dead body to the top of the cellar stairs and let it fall down to the bottom.
Five hours later.
“What’s cooking, Mary?” asked the doctor.
“Smells great!” said the detective.
Taking it out of the oven, she doctored it with a special blend of spices and returned it to the oven. “Welcome to stay. It’ll be another 15 minutes.”
“Don’t want to put you out,” replied the detective. “Mind if my partner…?”
“Not at all,” she replied, smiling. “Simply love it.”
“Almost finished,” he replied.
Forty-five minutes later, only the bone of the mutton remained and the doctor took it for his dog.