Cora had had enough. Her husband was abusive. In fact, more than abusive. She was a prisoner in her own home. No friends could visit. No relatives. She couldn’t go shopping for groceries. She had to order online and the goods would be delivered.
Enough was enough. Cora read online (she had to be careful; she had to use InPrivate Browsing because her husband would check her surfing history and beat her up if he didn’t agree with where she’d surfed) that foxgloves were toxic. She threw a couple of chopped up foxglove leaves into the coleslaw. It looked like comfrey. That should finish him off.
But it didn’t. He vomited and reckoned she’d tried to poison him. He took the coleslaw to the police. The police discovered the hidden chopped up leaves. Cora was to be arrested for attempted murder.
What the heck, thought Cora; I’m in trouble any way. She got a pistol and the next time her husband appeared she shot him. Straight through the ears.
And he bloody deserved it!
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Bloody’s right!
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If only she had done better research into malefacients…..better to kill the bear that’s coming at you, and not just wound it, as my grampa always said.
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Yes – else you have to grin and bear it.
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…and die with a smile on your face.
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😀
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The neighbours will say “She was such a lovely woman. Wouldn’t say boo to a goose. It’s always the quiet ones.”
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You know some perhaps? 🙂
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Always good to have a Plan B. Powerful story!
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Plan B was certainly more effective!
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She should have used In-Private Poisoning and In-Private Snuffing!
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They’re available on the phone I believe…
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Too late now. She can’t have a phone in prison.
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She might have one implanted in a tooth…
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That’s what people who hear voices in their head claim.
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That’s it! St Joan of Arc probably had a phone implant!
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Yes. She had a direct line to the Almighty implanted in her wisdom tooth by extra-terrestrials.
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I would say it was a canine tooth, or at least an incisor, rather than a wisdom tooth where she received the calls….
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The whole ordeal was a fluke! The Archangel Michael kept telling the operator to connect him with the maid or he’d leave, but continually was patched through to the Maid of Orléans!
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Which, because of a time warp—as usual in heaven—turned out to be the upper right molar of a poor underpaid worker in a seedy hotel in Louisiana.
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LOLO – I think this is one of the more ludicrous conversations we’ve ever had! 😀
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If by seedy hotel you mean Brothel, then yes, Jeanne d’Arc is the street name and favorite of one Michael Angel d’Arc.
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Great balls of fire! You people are soooo street savvy!
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Not really, only what we read on Wikipedia.
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I too indulge in the occasional Wikipediaconsultation…
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Oh my, so many bizarre things are legal in NZ!
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LM(F)AO – ….
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Fantastic.
Fun.
Fabulous.
Fickle.
Furry.
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I’ll go for fat.
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More cushion for the pushin’
LM(S)AO! (skinny)
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No, that was a mistake as well. Apparently the tooth was “Made in Orleans”.
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And this was discerned from the ashes collected, a single tooth still jumping like a Mexican Jumping Bean statically sounding out, “Joan? Joan? Are you still burning up for me?”
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There was a lot at stake.
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Yes, I read that the flames gave off such intense heat that her captures donned white angelic robes and pointy hoods for protection.
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When I lived in NC my next-door neighbour was the head “Cyclops” I think he was titled. I can tell a few stories, but not here….! Gruesome.
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Hmmm. 😕 makes sense to give them a title of a penis. “Cyclops”
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It’s hard to see straight with one eye…
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And you loose all sense of depth perception. Can’t tell if you’re in or out.
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Apparently the English tried to implant a false tooth.
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Covering the fire now….laughing all the way…
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Sleep tight!
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Good on Cora – she chose the preferred kind of imprisonment!
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Might as well do things whole-heartedly!
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Sounds reasonable!
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LOL! You’re always so reasonable Chris!!
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That’s my kind of woman!!
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Noelle!!!!
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It’s taken me so long to get to the end of these comments that I can’t remember what the story was about! Is that a new one, or one from before?
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Yipee! And hi! They’re all new from around the beginning of January 2015 with the occasional dispersed old one about – for a few weeks following. The music is still old (catching up). I trust all is well with you.
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Yes, thanks. Nice to be back and see everyone is still here.
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Good for Cora!
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It would have been nice if she shot him in each knee, then in the groin, then finish him off with the shot between the eyes. Well, at least she finished him off.
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I’m glad you feel strongly about it!
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Absolutely. Physical abuse doesn’t belong in a modern civilization.
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Wow and Wow. Did I say Wow?
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Thanks Jennifer for the Wow! You can say Wow as often as you like – I appreciate it greatly!!!
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That was an absolute stroke of genius for Cora! By the way, she could have made an excellent corporate top-cat.
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