“Lord, a good skillet makes all the difference,” Rhonda whispers, mimicking her grandmother. Bruised, bleeding, and trembling, she raises the cast iron high overhead, and then whops her sleeping husband, crushing his skull.
As blood soaks into the mattress, she understands why her grandma’s wedding gift came with a wink.
Jeffrey Darter is currently at work on his first book. A nature enthusiast and an adventurer, he is also an avid cook, and has an iron skillet of his own. He is single.
LOL – heard this one many a time in Donegal. Good to see it committed to prose. Um, after this delightful little exemplary tale, you might want to dispense with your skillet … or keep it under lock and key, should your marital status change.
I liked the sentiment in this one.