When she opened the door, she wished a million bees would settle on his dick in his next lifetime. Maybe an elephant could do her a favor and fall three stories on top of his head. A stray bullet could pierce his spine just enough that it would leave him permanently impotent.

It was the least he deserved, walking through the door to find him tangled in the sheets between the legs of another woman. His shocked expression and her smirk shattered every last piece of compassion she had within her.

“My sister?” she remembered screaming. In a flurry of impassioned wrath, their blood splattered on the walls and soaked through the sheets far down into the mattress.

There was nothing left in either of their eyes by the time she opened the door again. She opened the door, wishing every unpleasant punishment upon them other than the one she’d just doled out to them.

This was inspired by the prompt: “When she opened the door, she wished” from the website: http://www.writingexercises.co.uk/firstlinegenerator.php
© Brandy Owens 
If you like this, check out my short story, “Lover’s Inferno”, available here on Amazon.
Stay tuned. There’s more in the works, as long as the Muses and characters cooperate! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day or night, whenever you are. 


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