Sunday, April 5, 2009


By Scott Wilson
Word Count:160

"Where the hell were you last night?" she hollered, as she swung a rolling pin at his head.

Barney ducked, narrowly dodging the oncoming blow.

“I was getting you a present, honey,” he said.

The woman looked blankly at Barney, then dropped the rolling pin to the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

“It’s in the lounge room, Amber.”

She walked into the lounge room and saw her present on the couch.

“It’s lovely,” she said, turning to her son as the rolling pin came down hard on her skull.

“I’m sorry, honey. I just can’t do this anymore.”

Barney stepped over his mother and untied the young woman on the couch, carried to her the car and drove her back to the mall where he met her.

She would not be the fiftieth victim, and hopefully, she would not remember anything.

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