The Legal Wife

As expected his car arrived at exactly 9 am, he then went out calmly yet it’s evident he can barely contain his excitement.

He open the opposite car door and elegantly, the woman in the photo I am holding now appeared.

After crumpling the piece of junk bearing their still smiling faces, my shaking hands clenched the bottle of muriatic acid I have prepared for them.

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Photo credit:Sonya Oldwin

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Seven.

If you want to join (it’s not too late and it is surely fun), here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
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  • Have fun.


50 thoughts on “The Legal Wife”

  1. I looked up muriatic acid, too. Means toward an end. A well-drawn depiction of vengeance. Shows without telling. Ms. Christie would be pleased. Today, if it’s still today, you are a wild Irish Rose.

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      1. Oh! That is too much. I only read one Christie novel which is And Then There Were None and yeah.. I almost stopped reading it because it is sooooo alive amd haunting and creepy.

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