Murder she wrought

The Farmers Wife or shall we call her Mrs Farmer was getting dinner ready at home..It was almost midday and the farmer household was quiet. The oldest of Mrs. F’s six was out in the field with Mr. Farmer and the little ones were at different spots all carrying out their allocated chores after they had come back from school. There was absolutely no dearth for work around the house and no one was too young to do their part.

She moved around the kitchen whilst preparing dinner. The Farmers were having meatloaf that evening and as she heard the kitchen timer ding, using her oven mitts she took out her signature dish out of the oven and slowly placed it on the kitchen counter. As the delicious aroma filled her kitchen, she turned to where the carving knives were placed and she could’nt help feeling a tingling sensation pass through her hands..She had been fighting it for a long time a constant battle to control her own primal instincts – that inexplicable thirst for blood..

She had a couple of weeks back chopped off the tails of the three blind mice that had unknowingly stepped into her kitchen that fateful afternoon. She had aimed for the head but thanks to their heightened sense of movement or perhaps the foolish but lucky decision of Lil M who was leading the pack to take a detour towards the cherry pie in the pantry that saved the blind mice from their untimely peril.

As she breathed in long and controlled breaths to suppress those old psychotic yearnings that had begun to raise their ugly head, A fly flew into the and hairy with a turquoise blue glisten around the abdomen flew in like this was its territory..She could feel her suppressed killer instincts surge from within her almost involuntarily she reached for the Granton edge knife which she had washed and left to dry by the sink and she watched with bated breath.

The fly went and quietly settled itself on a kitchen rag and rubbed its front legs as if plotting on where to settle next in this delicious smelling kitchen. Mrs. F could contain it no longer she held her breath and with one clean swoop she hit the fly and it fell in two equal halves to the floor..

As her heartbeat settled from the euphoria, she placed the knife carefully back in the sink, leaned against the counter, closed her eyes and ..she smiled.

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Author: Nishi

Lifes imperfections give you those wonderful brainwaves which translate to stories and poems that enlighten and entertain.

23 thoughts on “Murder she wrought”

  1. Reblogged this on ronovanwrites and commented:
    Nishi is either really insane or this is like incredibly original and funny. I mean seriously. I had to Reblog this For Female Feature Friday. Go check it out and get your knives read!!!!!
    Much Respect

  2. Oh my. It’s a bit dark, really. But I kinda like it. It’s different but good. Didn’t know you write fiction.

    1. Heyy glad to see you here! Yea actually I only wrote fiction if you’d look at my earliest posts..never wrote poetry that much..however, as I started writing..realised poetry was a nice way to express I guess I was a closeted poet (still not sure if I am a poet but what the hell! πŸ˜‰ ) Thank you, glad you liked Murder she wrought.;)

      1. I didn’t picture you writing anything murder-rsque but that’s the beauty of writing. Along the way you discover parts of yourself. Not saying you’re a murderer…
        It was really good. Without being gross or violent, it was just the right amount of “dark”. πŸ™‚ what do you think? :)

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