Short Stories

A little murder

He started again... "And did you know..." He continued. She dazed off, nodding and smiling when she felt it was necessary. She was getting more and more frustrated each time this child opened his mouth to blurt more stupid crap out, expecting attention 24/7. "Alright," she huffed, finally having enough. "Come with me." He followed, "are we playing a game," smiling in anticipation, he continued, "...'cause if we are..." She almost collapsed in anger, this kid was annoying the crap out of her. She walked him into the kitchen; they were home alone together. She picked the biggest knife she knew and he smiled "that's huge, are we making food!?" She wanted to scream now. "We sure are," an eery smirk creeped on her face. She got him to sit on the kitchen bench; he looked so excited. She quickly made a slash towards his torso; his shirt tearing open, and blood already pouring. He squealed. The beauty of being home alone, she thought. He was crying. He tried to get off the bench, she stabbed his thigh, his hands jerked to the wounded area. One more stab to the heart, and he was gone. A cold, small child, lay bleeding on the kitchen bench. She laughed, and slowly excited the kitchen. She blasted her music and got back to her book she was reading; before she got very rudely interrupted.