Three Pieces


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)