Deranged

I’ve lost my mind, at least I think so. Why else would I have shot him, then chopped him into many pieces. I’m glad he bought that bone saw last year to use on deer. I had told him to stop, to shut up, to leave me alone, but he just had to continue. You’re a dud, a failure, you can’t have babies. All I seem to remember hearing after that is it’s husband hunting season. They say I’m deranged. I still have his nose in my pocket. He should have kept it out of my business.

Allowed 100 words. Used 97.

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