Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 82

Call of happiness
I’ve never wished upon nothing as hard as I am doing right now but, this is
my freedom that I’ve have been waiting my whole life. Money? I didn’t worry
about the money. Once my husband is dead I am going to find a teaching job with
my degree on Art I obtained from Harvard. It’s the 1970s we are talking about.
Finding a job has become easier than finding coincidences each one of the 27 club
members have. I could care less about my husband’s death. To say, that I did not
meet him until the day of our wedding.
10 years before…
Our families still have the beliefs from the 1700s where there should be an
arranged marriage between two families for the benefit of the legacy. Arthur
Charles was a nice man, but sadly not my type. I tried everything to not be around
him as much because “No matter how unhappy you are, you shall remain married
until death do you apart”, or at least that’s what my mother said.

One night over dinner, Lester said if I wanted to make my dreams come true
we needed to get rid of him. At first we thought we could pay someone to beat him
up so bad and leave him in a place far-far away and deserted, but he’d eventually
come back so there was no other option but to kill him. Lester is an amazing man.

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