Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 85

“One more thing my love, when my husband is finally choking on your grip, make
sure he suffers.”
“Anything for my sweet free woman”
And the call ended there.
I had many mixed emotions that I did not know how to express myself. I
went into the garage and pulled out a dusty box that read, “Elizabeth”. It was
where I stored all my paintings I used back in collage. Before my life became a
living hell. I stopped painting after I married Arthur because he said that I made
him look bad since he didn’t have any talents. Sure he did, ruining everything I
stood for and wished upon was his talent, and he was really good. It felt great to
paint again.
Eighteen minutes passed and no call yet. Then twenty, then thirty, and then
an hour and I began to worry. I burned the telephone the way Lester told me and
right when it had turned into dust, the doorbell rang. I opened and it was a
policeman. Officer Perry came to deliver the news that my husband, Arthur
Charles’ body had been found.
Oh lord! Yes finally. Free at last! I am free! I am going to become an art instructor
and I will paint everything and everywhere. This are the best news that I have ever
received! I don’t have to hide my relationship with Lester anymore. I am free!

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