In Progress

Leela stared at the wart on her husband's chin as he continued to lecture her about not putting the scissors back in their propper place-the top shelf of the cabinet above the built in desk in the kitchen. She sighed inwardly, but nodded her head.

obediant, dog like, servile, cowardly

Why had she not noticed the wart before? When they had first started dating, perhaps. If she had, would it have dissuaded her? Kept the spell of lust at bay before the birth of a child and an unhappy marriage?

"Are you even listening to me?" Jack was glaring down at her, scissors in hand. Leela stared at the wart and wondered how much it would hurt to cut off the offending growth with the scissors he shook like a weapon in the air between them. Excise the physical imperfection, so like the ugly growth of discord and discontent she'd discovered, malignant and spreading through out their marriage.

"Of course. Scissors belong on the top shelf, so we can find them. I'm listening."

"Then why is it so hard for you to do?" He shoved the scissors into the cabinet top of the reciepts he kept from every purchase she made, obsessively pouring over them for any indiscretionary purchase she may have made.