My mentor and I share a love of dark humor. We also have been trying to explore power and gender roles . . . while still having fun. I think this piece does both and I definitely had a lot of fun writing it.
A wife’s serial killer was happy as can be, now that he was free.
He did not have to hear any whining or have any fighting. He could go to a bar and look at another woman’s boobs and not get slapped across his beautiful face. ’Cause, boy, was he handsome. At least, he’d like to think so. He could also watch baseball without having the channel changed because it was “too boring.”
Over time, this happy state started to fade. He missed the whining and the fighting. Because, apparently, it is really hard to talk to people buried in your backyard! Turns out, they’re no fun. He wanted someone to change the channel because baseball is, actually, really boring. He no longer wanted to stare at another woman’s boobs because none were as good as his late wife’s . . . so this sad and depressed “widow” husband decided to go out and get himself a new wife.
And he did. She was a maid who he once paid to clean his house. She had beautiful brown hair, green eyes, and the reddest lips he’d ever seen. Her beauty was incomparable to anything or to anyone. He made sure that she wasn’t close to anyone so they wouldn’t interfere. He hated when people “interfered.” He was so in love he thought, You know what? I might keep this one. This gorgeous woman.
But he soon realized that it wasn’t because of beauty or bad habits or personality. It had nothing to do with her at all. It was simply because he liked it.