It was plain bad luck that he was contemplating this barely a fortnight before Valentine’s Day, but come to think of it, he had felt it coming for a while.
He quickly glanced outside the window of the flat he had shared with his bride for six months now, and caught sight of their old, rather unfriendly neighbour staring suspiciously, a torch in his left hand and a cellphone in the other.
The only dustbin the flat had was in the kitchen and if truth be told, it was rather gruesome even by his own villainous standards, to visualise the chopping into tiny pieces; he was no accomplished criminal.
It wouldn’t be long before either the neighbour or the smell gave him away, and on second thoughts, the whole impulsive plan started to seem a bad idea.
Minutes later, he sat across the table from his cheerful wife, smilingly gulping down the horrible food that he had been unsuccessful in disposing of, and whose true character he hadn’t the heart to disclose.
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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week, Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate can write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, and is just for direction. This week: VILLAINOUS.
Now every Friday on Saddi Delhi.
Clever work here 🙂 – the chef must be bad, even my own mediocre cooking wouldn’t be classify as ‘villainous’ 🙂
Errm…well, mine might, hence the idea for the story. 😉 😀
Thanks a lot for dropping by! Glad you enjoyed this! 🙂
That’s quite an unexpected twist :D. I was waiting for a horiffic ending ;).
Haha, thanks a lot Aseem. Delighted you liked it! 😀
Good job on the prompt!
Thank you Sheila. Welcome here. 🙂
Ohhhh.. NOW THat was a TWIST.. i had this vision of him slaughtering his wife.. WHAT A Story you have concocted Debs.. beautiful…
on second thoughts Do you have some good places to eat nearby 🙂
Haha I am more of a stay-at-home person when in Delhi. Granny’s Kitchen will be my best recommendation. 😀
I was not thinking about you when I asked the question. ..
HA HA HA HA HA HA..can you see the wicked smile I have at this very moment….
Oh I see. I daresay the smile can be better called a smirk. 😛
Ha ha ha ha ha ha 🙂
Take care Debs and have funnnnnn
Haha thank you Biks! 😀
Sheesh, I am glad I didn’t concoct that story Biks. 😛 I still wonder how people who write gruesome thrillers keep their nerves, don’t you?
I am really happy you liked this! 😀
Haha, good twist! I was so sure this was going to have a sinister ending!
Delighted you enjoyed this Aileen. Warm welcome here and thank you for dropping by! 🙂
*Chuckles*. Yes we have all been there, unless it’s bodies and not burnt paneer we are talking about. But. Should it be love in the way that we should tell our beloved that her/his cooking needs improvement as to avoid a lifetime of “gulping”? How strong is your love??
Burnt paneer can sure be terrible… 😛
I agree with you on honesty being the best policy. But then, it is not always easy. I daresay making this sort of a decision once in a while, balanced with occasional kind hints about getting cooking support, is the essence of love. 😉 ;D
That last para caught me off guard! Glad that it turned out that way! 🙂
I am glad too. 😉 Thanks a lot for the kind comment. 🙂
What a twist! For a moment I was caught there thinking how gross and sad this is. Now I am smiling 🙂 Super!
I am delighted this made you smile. Mission accomplished! 🙂
Thanks a lot Parul. 🙂