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That filthy man.

Why did she marry such a cad?

The thoughts flew through her mind; shrieking bats causing fear and trepidation. Were her husband’s hands caressing another woman’s tresses or his lips murmuring an aria of lust into her wanton ears?

Who’s to know?

She will place her trust in the Lord. He has seen her through enough trials and tribulations. At least Divine Esther can empathise with her while glorious and long suffering Saint Paul can sympathise. She hoped like any good Catholic, her Lord will show her favour by divinely wounding her palms.

She giggled.

Fancy being married to a Judas, who would at this moment in time might be copulating vigorously with some harlot. She felt hungry. Again. She walked, no, wobbled on her thin varicose webbed legs as she manoeuvred her obese upper body down the stairs to that cove of comfort – the fridge.

As she ate, those miserable thoughts dissipated. Thoughts that resembled cheery sunbeams brightened up her pimple ravaged face as she gouged out thick chunks of bread and dipped them in curry. And as she flew towards that feeling of satisfaction, she ate and she cried, she ate and she grew coy, until there was nothing left to eat.

Like most drugs, as the carbohydrate-induced state of happiness left her, that recognizable shroud of darkness wrapped itself around her amorphous shoulders.

She would wait, letting her feelings marinate in vitriol, ready to pounce on her husband as he came home from a long hard day at work.

Long hard day… no doubt.