Stabby McVengeance

Genre: Slice of Life
Inspiration: Stream of consciousness


The fork that was used to shovel the Chinese food from the take out container into the china bowl, was the same one now being relentlessly plunged into the clumsy effigy Eleanor had fashioned from her own couch pillow. Putting a blond wig on it was enough in her mind to effectively represent the woman, who 10 minutes earlier walked out her front door. This woman had come into HER home, drank HER coffee and callously offered her only half of her asking price for the gaudy, diamond encrusted Cartier watch which she had received as a gift from her estranged husband. She knew the price she was asking was high, but she was after all a locally known - nay, famous (locally) - television show host with her own line of (locally sold) fruit chutneys. A watch she had worn was worth a hefty premium, Eleanor thought to herself reflectively, and she was offering it at only 30% above market value.
Her tennis elbow kept her stabs metered to a reasonable thrust that barely damaged the silken material - but the stabs were cathartic and she wasn't concerned with the depth of the wounds inflicted on the pillow. It hardly mattered after all, because in five minutes Eleanor was going to call the woman and invite her to lunch - she would say that she had enjoyed the time they spent together despite her not having bought the watch. She would give the woman the impression that they could be friends, cultivate and nurture the relationship over the ensuing months, perhaps even years- whatever it took - and eventually, when least expected and in as public a way as possible, expose her as the shallow, cheap sow that low-balled her on a Cartier watch transaction so many months before. This sort of vigilante justice was Eleanor's gift to society. She stabbed the pillow once more for good measure before picking up the phone.