Everything had been going just fine for Ginger. Then this had to happen. Things would be moving along at a steady pace and then some obstacle would get in the way, spoiling her neatly made plans! Just once she wished that things would work out the way she wanted them to!
When Ginger and her new husband, Joe, were married, he was expected to move in with her, because she was not giving up the house where everything was just the way she liked it. On the day he moved in she explained how things were going to be.
"We're good as long as you stay out of my art studio. That's my private space. If you go in there you'll regret it!" Of course, just to be safe, she kept the studio locked when she was away. Her art was sacred to her and she wasn't going to have just anyone gawking at it.
So far, Joe had been a model husband. He never asked Ginger to buy him expensive things or complained about the amount of his allowance. In fact, he seemed content to spend his time working outside or watching TV. She returned home every night to find dinner ready. It was a pleasant surprise to have a man who could cook. After dinner he would put her feet in his lap and give them a relaxing massage while she told him about her day. Then, she would go up to work in her studio, while he cleaned the dishes and straightened things downstairs.
One morning, as she was leaving for work, she decided to treat him to a surprise because he'd been so good. After work, she stopped by Electronic Emporium and purchased one of those new high definition TV's that he'd been wanting. Anticipating his pleasure, she headed home. As soon as she opened the front door she knew something was wrong. The house was silent. Nothing was simmering in the kitchen. Suspicion made her heart sink.
Ginger didn't bother to call out his name. She'd made that mistake before with her first husband. God! What a mess that had been! Instead she went directly to the coat closet and got the hammer she kept hidden there. Then, she went upstairs.
Not surprisingly, she found Joe standing in the open doorway that led to her studio. He had clearly broken the lock on the door, which meant he had directly disobeyed her! And now he was making judgements, staring into her studio with an expression of horror on his handsome face. She felt a flash of anger. Why did this have to happen now? Things had been going so well.
In the studio, her previous husbands were arranged neatly throughout the large room in various postures. She had worked very hard to preserve them. They looked as if they might come to life at any moment. Her art was flawless. Yet Joe just stood there, as frozen in place as any of them, looking on with undisguised repulsion. She felt the familiar sting of rejection. Nobody understood her art. Why couldn't Joe have been different?
Joe heard Ginger approaching and started to turn. Quickly, before he could react, she swung the hammer with all of her strength. There was a meaty thud as the hammer connected with Joe's head. His body went limp. He fell to the floor with a crash, clearly unconscious. She stood there looking down at him with a mixture of frustration and affection on her face. Blood was beginning to pool around his head. The man could cook like a dream and he'd been a thoughtful husband, but he'd been too curious for his own good. Too bad.
Well, she couldn't stand around all day. It was time to get busy. Art is a full time occupation some days. She bent over and got a firm grip on his ankles. Then she began to drag him into her studio. A trail of blood followed in his wake.
Soon he would become Art.
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