Climax

I usually do this kind of work in isolation. I simply can't stand anyone looking over my shoulder while I am at it. Today, it was a bit different. She was there by the door. Waiting patiently for me to finish. I got a bit irritated at first. Or was did I get distracted? I am not sure. My victim was bleeding profusely. I had planned a swift death. Then I saw her. I slashed a bit below the mark. The arterial spray was a bit too much. It was getting messy. So I quickly finished the job with a swift cut. She wanted me to have my dinner before it became cold. It had already been to the microwave twice. I grudgingly got up. One can't piss off a wife even while finishing off the main character in my story. As I sat there prodding my meal, it struck me, I could've used the gun.