Lots of people know of my desire to kill a particular man, and why. I’ve even had offers from a few to do it for me, but no. If he gets offed, I want to use my bare hands. I hate him enough I want to feel his life flow away between my fingers. I want to see his eyes go dull. I want him to see it is me, taking all from him. I want to be the reason he doesn’t waste any more oxygen.
He stole every last thing I owned, even my purse. I haven’t one single photograph. He took my electronics, including the laptop which contained four novels and several shorts I have to rewrite. He even got my mobility scooter, my clothes, everything.
He was hired to move me out of state. When everything was loaded, he sneaked my purse out the back door then made an excuse to leave for a bit. He never came back.
Everything which defined who I am, physically, intellectually, emotionally, is gone.
Just give me a pass, and I would have no qualms.