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Tenderhearted

by Libby Sumner

I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers trailing over the picture of my recently dead husband. He had been such a wonderful and loving man, to the woman across the street (and across town, downtown, up the street a little ways and somewhere a few states away). A part of me wanted to laugh while the other part wanted to cry because, despite his indiscretions, he was good to me. I finished off the last bite of the wonderful meal I had prepared as I gazed at the picture. I sat and sipped my wine, glad he had been a tenderhearted man all of his life. After all, it had cooked up wonderfully with the rice and peas I'd picked out to go with it.

6S

Libby Sumner, author of Morning Death, adores and admires Adam J. Whitlatch. She lives on a farm in rural Tennessee with a plethora of animals (and her husband). She's written roughly half a dozen unfinished novels ranging from sci-fi to smutty romance. (She hopes to finish at least one of them some day.)

7 comments:

Quin said...

reminds me of a story of the woman who killed her husband, and served the murder weapon (a frozen leg of lamb) to the police there to investigate.

nicely done.

Madam Z said...

Well, Libby this story should keep your present husband on the straight and narrow!

I absolutely love this line: He had been such a wonderful and loving man, to the woman across the street (and across town, downtown, up the street a little ways and somewhere a few states away)." Hm. Actually, I love ALL the lines!

Madam Z said...

Quin, I remember that story too. Wasn't it a "Twilight Zone" episode, back in the '70's?

jeff alan said...

Revenge is a dish best served ... with rice and peas! Nice six.

Adam J. Whitlatch said...

The female Hannibal Lector. This is my favorite piece of Libby's by far.

Absolutely chilling.

I'm honored to have you as my partner in crime/slime/grime, Libby.

Stay Scared,
~Adam

(Wanna read more about one of Libby's many projects? Visit us at: www.thebloodraven.com)

blurry said...

Hey Libby, love this one, it's also my favorite of yours! What a meaty 6S, mmmm!

Anita Hunt said...

Morning Death popped back into my head after I read this - it made me think of all the leftovers that I had been too tired to put away after dinner!!!
I agree with Madam Z on your description of his loving nature.

..by the way Quin and Madam Z, you can use a sock filled with sand if your fresh out of frozen lamb...