|PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays|
It was a curl up on the sofa sort of day.
Janet scrolled through facebook posts, frowning.
Rhonda. Her nemesis. Photos of Rhonda's gorgeous new boyfriend, their fantabulous holiday, swaying palms, sunset cocktails.
A black cloud of depression descended.
For thirty years Janet had tagged behind Rhonda like a helpless puppy in the hope that some of Rhonda's stardust might land on her. And she remained helpless in the grip of that awful, charismatic woman.
Janet's depression and lack of self worth sparked a murderous anger.
She pulled out her sewing basket and began to construct an effigy.