He had destroyed their family, splitting it into three broken pieces never to mend again: her, himself and their son.
So, she had to break his body into three pieces as well, exactly three.
They would never find him.
Albeit Granny wouldn’t have approved this specific use, she taught her how to make booze out of anything organic.
Come funeral there would be nothing of him in the coffin.
But in the brandy that she’d be serving to his friends and to his mistress.
Give her a very last taste of him and the sweet taste of revenge to herself.
(To a good friend)
Lieber Ingmar, vielen Dank! So böse…aber auch gut! Prost!
Now that’s what I call drinking in the sweet taste of revenge. Nice one.
Don’t make her angry! (In this spot, “ brake his body“, you need „break“ instead of „brake.“)
Thx Janet, I was so much in a hurry to break up that body that I missed the brake of propoer language 🙂
🙂 That happens.
Very chilling, well told story
In any language, that’s spooky! Nice job.
In this case revenge is nothing but a drink served cold.
Ingmar, what a twist at the end with the brandy! A chilling tale. I really enjoyed it.
Now that’s taking revenge to the very limit. 🙂
Yes, I agree with Sandra. That is about as far as one could go. Revenge is best served cold, or in Brandy snifters!
Yikes! Revenge is sweet (depending on what you mix with your brandy)!