She threw muffins at him, screaming, “You two-timing cheater!”
He caught them and shoved them in the bag. “I'm sorry!”
“How could you? I trusted you!” she sobbed.
“You make the best blueberry muffins but her apple muffins — they're amazing,” he answered.
“I see,” she said, grabbing a butter knife. She lunged at him.
He jumped back. “Baby! I'll give up her muffins! I swear!”
She lunged at him again. The knife slid into his chest and he fell to the floor. She took back her muffins as he bled to death. “You won’t need these where you’re going.”
© February 17, 2011