Thursday, February 10, 2011

Goodbye Thanksgiving!


“Stop!” he yelled.

She sped out of their room, unmindful.

“You are dead, my lady!” He screamed, sounding venomous.

Why do you think I got a house on this haunted hill 50 miles from the city?”

His words hardly reached her, when a shovel plowed into her head and painfully split her skull into two.

Dead.

It was thanksgiving for the entire neighborhood. But he had no smoked turkey, just a dead wife.

His eyes fell on her wedding ring. That’s when he noticed her open palm holding on to a call dialed to 911.

The police siren grew nearer.

-By Harish & Preethi

P.S: Thanks to Priya for introducing us to Magpie.

6 comments:

Judy Roney said...

Ohhh, eeire poem. I thought of Thanksgiving warmth and family when I read the title. This was a real surprise!

Everyday Goddess said...

wow, i wasn't expecting that! nice magpie!

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

creative writing....

Kalyan said...

good one

Tess Kincaid said...

Yikes.

Marutham said...

OMG....