Another 100 words novel - Elly Mae
As the sun rose, Elly Mae opened the door, spit her tobacco juice, zapping the fly on the edge of the porch railing, scratched her ass and sighed. The smell of pigs wallow floated up on the breeze and the cow was bellowing to be milked. Her husband hadn’t stirred on the porch swing, his legs propped up and over the arm of the bench, as she had left him the night before. He’d smacked her up the side of the face one to many times. The knife was still buried deep in his chest. Just another day in Paradise.
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