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Dead Witches

Alexander Hope

Published by Alexander Hope at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Alexander Hope

Chapter One

Inside an elegant, ten thousand square foot, California ranch house—with dusk leaking through its bay windows—Verna Dieadad argues with her husband, Luke, “You're home early. So early. Checking on me? Ten years and I never know you to come home early from your precious meatpacking. You all done meatpacking, tonight?” She is dressed in a sheer blouse and Slim Fit Levis. Her feet are small and bare. On the middle toe of her left foot she wares a Princess-cut Black Diamond, fifty thousand dollar toe-ring; it matches the Black Diamonds on her slim, left wrist and on her ears and on her perfect, neck. She is tall and she is breathtaking. She plays with her long, black hair; drawing the silky strands through her Jolie lips.

“I came to get my boning knives, if you don't mind?” Luke says and then walks from the rosewood game room to a huge, professional kitchen lined with black utilities setting on a black-and-white checkerboard, tile floor.

Verna follows; still twisting her long, straight hair. “You came trying to catch me with someone. You should have told me you were coming. I could have given you the arrival times of my many lovers. You wouldn't have to waste your precious time, standing around.” If her husband ever guesses how many sex partners she has dragged through this big, lonely house, he will use her long, delicious hair to strangle her and then use that same hair to drag her out into the desert and bury her along with all her dreams; most of them unfulfilled.

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