Joe Inglis knew all the angles. Said it out loud.. His wife knew different. “When you say things like that, you are sooooo obtuse,” she berated him.
“I thought it was pretty sharp,” Joe rejoined.
Ella had the answer to that. She walked out the room, switching the light off. Left a slim triangle of light from the hall edging over his pointy feet.
“I’ll show you sharp,” she said, returning with a kitchen knife.
Plunged it in his neck, allowing a 90-degree track of blood to spurt out from his carotid.
“Dullard,” she sighed to no one in particular.
“I thought it was pretty sharp,” Joe rejoined.
Ella had the answer to that. She walked out the room, switching the light off. Left a slim triangle of light from the hall edging over his pointy feet.
“I’ll show you sharp,” she said, returning with a kitchen knife.
Plunged it in his neck, allowing a 90-degree track of blood to spurt out from his carotid.
“Dullard,” she sighed to no one in particular.
