By ~Gypsie Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
She did not believe it. Not now and not ever. She refused to allow one inkling of their suggestion to enter her mind, or heart.
“Babe, be reasonable before you freak out and end up like your mother as well, two in the family are quite enough!” That certainly elicited a response from his young wife.
She turned at him, glowering.
“Don’t you even think it husband mine! Should I ever display those kinds of barbaric, heinous tendencies in your presence, you’ve my express permission to shoot me dead!” Tears ran down her high, plump cheeks.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Babe,” he pretended to ruminate on her statement in earnest until she nailed him squarely in the face with one of her fluffy, lace trimmed decorator pillows; the ones no one was allowed to actually use.
She laughed and loved him even more for making her laugh. Things would be alright, she just knew it.
Growing serious once again, she tucked the pretty pillow under her neck, arms and breasts, unconsciously rocking back and forth.
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest. The pillow was tossed toward the headboard where it lay untimely she deftly returned it to its original resting place.
A shrill scream of pain and subsequent silence pierced the air and their ears.
The boy stood on the top stair, their prized sweet goose hanging by the neck, limp in his tight little fists.