When I got home, my ungrateful wife wasn’t complaining. I thought hell must have frozen over as I popped a top.

Agitated, she said, “I shot him dead in the backyard.” That mole had her number for over a month.

Glancing out the window, I noticed the gardener face down.

T. R. Jordan is a civil engineer living in Dallas, TX. He focuses on vulnerability.

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