Mary scooped a handful of gunk out of the waste disposal – onion skin... flaccid, black lettuce... strings of carrot peel and a melded mush of cornflakes - all bound together with bluish mozzarella.
A bit like John’s eyes.
The blob sat heavy, like an overfed toad, in the palm of her Marigold, and it was with a significant amount of force that she bowled it into the pan.
Thwack!
Having rubbed a potato around the toilet, she chopped and added it, then tipped in the water from the dying carnations.
Cheap. Just like Kiera.
John enjoyed his soup that evening.
Frenchie almost 10 years ago
Excellent. It is nice to know I am not the only twisted one around when it comes to retribution LOL...
Helen Laycock almost 10 years ago
Women and their devious ways, eh?
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Only just read this. Love it!