Killing Elizabeth
“”My name is Elizabeth. Never, call me Betty again.””
“”I don’t like her. I’m going to kill her.”” he thought to himself. “” I think I’ll do it after supper.””
John was an old fashion kind of guy. He had been at this for a long time. He always used the antique Remington that had purchased in 1954.
That night his wife made meatloaf with carrots, mashed potatoes and gravy. His son came to the table wearing a baseball cap and he had not washed his hands. His daughter continued texting her friends during dinner. His long suffering wife was cross with the children and the dog vomited on the rug in the living room.
John was oblivious to everything around him. He was preoccupied thinking about killing Elizabeth.
After supper he got up without offering to help with the dishes.
He went into his den, closed the door and sat down in front of his Remington and began to type
My name is Elizabeth…







