Three large blue crates tower up above me, casting me in darkness. The contents of the top two crates are simple, harmless things. The top crate is full of his clothes he's left over the years, and my old clothes I'd decided to get rid of because he didn't like them. I never got rid of them, I've just hidden them here. The middle crate is full of paints pencils and paint brushes, amongst many other arty things and other things randomly thrown in there. The bottom crate is his car crate, it has bottles of gasoline and oil and a water jug amongst many old rags of tee-shirts I loved and tea-towels from my mother.
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Murder Machine - Short story (2200 words)
Mystery / ThrillerA young wife has had enough of her husband treating her like an obedient little machine he owns, so she takes her revenge. Meant to be read in one to two sittings, that's why the parts are so short!
