Rebecca took a sharp kitchen knife and butterflied the chicken breast before seasoning it with rock salt and fresh ground pepper.

She wiped the blade of the knife and put it aside for later.

After surveying the contents of the food rack she took some chickpeas and chopped tomatoes for a salsa and poured them into a casserole.

Adding a dash of olive oil to the frying pan she started to pan fry the chicken, glancing at the kitchen clock.

He’d  be home shortly.

She took the heavy rolling pin from the cupboard and placed it on the table beside her.

It was time to decide.

Would she lay in wait for the lying bastard and slit his throat as he entered, or bash him on the head with the rolling pin.

No, she needed to watch the cheating son of a bitch suffer.

She slipped the poison into the salsa and gave it a good stir.

“Had a good day darling?” she said as he opened the door.

Yay! Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is back. I hope that Priceless Joy had a lovely visit to her family in Arizona.

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