The first image came in a quick flash, but the rest of my day was filled with bloody images. A knife plunged into her chest.
I would have stood a tantalizing few minutes in front of her to allow her time to goad me. She wouldn’t make me wait long. It would have been one to two minutes max before she’d have screeched out her favorite “You stupid bitch!”. I would have smiled and then I’d have brought the knife out, I’d have aimed for that place where most human bodies house a heart. In my mind I could see me thrusting that long serrated edged knife deep, twisting it, all the while looking at her and finally telling her “I love you mommy” of course I’d be smiling and then I’d ask her “Is that what you mean by sarcasm?”.