#063 Ironic
“Let’s see who we have with us this evening,” Shirley said, pulling up a photograph of the dead woman laying on her table. She read her statistics off the computer to an empty room. “Mrs. Katherine Chambers. Forty-eight. Stroke. No children. Damn.”
She started her favorite playlist of classical music and held up her best scalpel, ready to begin.
“I wish you could speak. I would ask about your life. What went wrong. What went right.”
“I’m sure that’s none of your business.” The scalpel slipped and landed in Katherine’s open mouth.
“Who said that?” She eyed the corpse suspiciously.
It’s a traffic jam when you’re already late
A “No smoking” sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
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