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Friday, October 13, 2023

DAY "13" OF THE HAUNTING

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Paraskevidekatriaphobia

"Do you want to go alligator hunting today?" Greg asked his wife.

Shanna smiled. "You realize it's Friday the 13th."

"I've promised for months now. Besides, you aren't paraskevidekatriaphobia. But if you'd rather wait until next week. I'll consider taking next Friday off, too."

"Are you kidding? I'm not superstitious. I consider the 13th my lucky day. I'm game, let's go. We've been here for a year, and I still haven't seen one, but they're always in the news. I'll get Charlie's lease if you'll get the camera. It's on the table in the den."

*****

Shanna wandered around the apartment in a daze, then the doorbell rang. After she accepted the delivery of Dahlia Yellow Star, she recalled the last twenty-four hours in detail, and the tears flowed like the water from the spigot.

It wasn't the shock of Greg's death hitting her so hard but the uncalled-for accusations from the detective investigating what he called a brutal murder.

Would he apologize after he viewed the film, or would he still want to prosecute her to the full extent of the law? What a rude bigot of a man, she thought.

When he claimed she had hyperbolized the horrific details of her husband's death. Shanna wanted to knock the dull gold tooth from his mouth. Thank goodness she thought better of it and instead handed her camera to the young lady beside him.

"This shows the exact details of what happened. And nothing I've said was hyperbole. I hand this to you because obviously your youth and gender will ensure a different outcome than what this," she looked at the startled detective, "Neanderthal is hoping for."

Shanna stood. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make arrangements for Charlie."

"Don't you mean Greg and Charlie?" the Neanderthal asked.

"No. That film will prove my husband tried to feed me to that beast. I'll call Jenny. Apparently, she wanted him. He's all hers, well, what's left of him. If not for Charlie...well, you'll see."

335 Words

Yolanda Renee © 2023

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To bad for Greg

the tables were turned

Shanna didn't die

but he sure got burned

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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FYI: This first appeared on the blog of Sue at Elephant's Child's   Words for

 Wednesday Challenge. But it was perfect for today!

Thank you Sue, for the inspiration!

&

In case you didn't know

 paraskevidekatriaphobia  is the fear of Friday the 13th.

Check out the link to learn how to pronounce it!


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