I sit looking at the audience staring at me. I see my son and daughter out there to. Before I begin speaking I see it all flash before my eyes like it was yesterday. It was a nice hot day. I was working on my front lawn putting in flowers. A guy started to walk towards me. "Excuse me sir" he says. I get up with the trowel in my hand. "What can I help you with?"
"Can I use your phone to call my wife. My car broke down a couple of blocks away and I don't want her to worry." He said politely. I get him to follow me into the back yard so we could go through the back door. The guy looked like he has been walking forever. I let him go in first. "Straight through that door way." I say as I close the door behind me. I hear him walk in the direction I told him to go in. I turn around "looks like you can use some water." I say as I walk behind him "I could thank you!" He replies still ahead of me. I lift the trowel above my head and lower it swiftly into his back. He falls to the ground in agonizing pain, blood starts pouring out of the wound. With the trowel sticking out out his back I look around to see what I could use for a sharp object. He starts crawling towards the kitchen cabinet to lean against it. I scan the room to find a kitchen steak knife on the counter. I reach for it. After I stand over him, his eyes wide and teary, it shows how much pain he is in which sparks up my adrenaline. I grip the knife with my right hand. I kneel down and smile at him like this is a joke. I grab his left hand "Sorry buddy I can't let you call your wife." I chop every finger off slowly. I make sure he watches me and the blood that he has produced. The blood starts flowing like a raging winding river. He slowly starts losing consciousness. I quickly move, carving him apart inch by inch. All while making him watch until he couldn't watch anymore. Once he was into tiny pieces I take the eyes and remove them and place them into jar with water so I can make a stew. I shaved his head and put the hairs in a baggy so I can make a wig for my sister. I skin him until he is all bone. I save all the shavings and store them away for steaks and what not for dinners with the girlfriend. His bones I boil into a soup that will be my lunch. I mop up the blood and bleach the hole kitchen to get rid of all the evidence. I clean the knife throughly and put it away. I clean the trowel so it looks brand new drying it as I walk back to go finish the front garden. I take the new clean trowel and start digging a hole for the next set of flowers with a smile on my face. The people staring at me cheer and clap with sign of relief. The expression of disappointment on my kids faces burned into my mind until I die. I turn my back to them put my hands behind my back. Wrist cuffed I get taken away to my new home. Never to see my family again.
