vision

The sunset silently fades into the sullen clouds above.
Raindrops fall from the sky as puddles form in the valley.

A single cow stands alone in the field, content to chew on the last bale of hay.

Removing his hat from his sweaty head, Horace enters the kitchen, prepared to sit down and eat his dinner after a long days work. Bonnie greets him with a smile and a nod. She places a large plate filled with pork with a side of baby carrots in front of him. He smiles slightly and thanks her as he begins to eat.

Bonnie walks over towards the sink and begins to scrub dishes.
Horace throws a baby carrot at the back of her head, then quickly resumes eating.
Distracted by being pelted, Bonnie turns around quickly to see what happened, but her kind husband does not appear to have moved.
Shrugging her shoulders, she resumes the dish washing.

Horace bellows "Coffee! Can I please have a HOT cup of coffee here?"
Bonnie turns her head to the left and winks to him.
She removes her silk apron and places it on the counter, carefully folding it so the sewn on picture of a snowman is facing upward.

She walks over to the stove and removes the coffee pot.
Carefully, she pours a steaming hot cup of coffee into Horace's "A-Team" mug.
Placing the mug in front of his plate, Bonnie pats him gently on the shoulder and leaves the room.

...to be continued...

The driveway grumbles with the sound of sliding stones underneath the tires of an old beat up Chevrolet Blazer. The rusted brown metal clings to the body of the automobile as the owner climbs out of the soft leather interior.
Mr Jacovsens snakeskin cowboy boots touch the surface of the ground and he begins to walk to the front door of the farmhouse. His green polyester leisure suit looks incredibly tacky as he knocks on the door.

Bonnie walks towards the door and slowly opens it. Mr Jacovsen greets her with a "hello" and a hearty handshake, then enters the house and walks directly into the kitchen.

Horace stands up from his dinner and attempts to greet Mr. Jacovsen before suddenly falling face first to the floor, clutching his chest. The sound of choking is drowned out by the classical talents of Chopin playing through the record player. Such classical musicians always intrigued Bonnie, and rarely would a day go by without one of her records being loudly played in the house.
She also had a fetish for jazz, but Horace never approved of such upbeat music. Her prowess for learning musical instruments always impressed the neighbors. She also had a talent for cooking up the finest roasts and casserole's using strictly homemade sauces and blends. She did, however, have a sweet tooth, and enjoyed a sweet potato pie for dessert on more than one occasion. Her background education primarily was filled with engineering research as well as reactive results of various compounds and the subsequent intermingling of said compounds with the crops planted on the farm. Bonnie was not an attractive woman by modern standards, but if there was one thing she was good at, it certainly was deceit and poker. However, there were very few people who would go head to head with her in a poker game. Therefore much of her energy was focused on the deceit.

In a sad turn of events, Horace slid to the floor, ultimately succumbing to death. The poisons had entered his bloodstream so quickly that he could not fight it. After a moment of temporary paralysis, his eyes began to bulge from the eye sockets and popped across the floor.
Mr Jacovsen quietly stood and watched. Unable to react, he faints.

Bonnie enters the room gleefully. She casually walks over to the china cabinet and removes a black leather case. She places it on the dinner table and slides the metal zipper open, then removes a large meat cleaver.

.....to be continued....again..........

Mr. Jacovsen lies still on the shiny waxed floor. It appears that Bonnie has recently used "Mop 'N Glo" to bring out the shimmer of the green tiling on the kitchen surface. She always has been an effective cleaner and homemaker while tending to the animals on the farm.
She begins to sharpen the meat cleaver with a large round stone, which she removes from the black leather case. Her eyes light up gleefully. Hours of hard work could be minimized by this simple act of discipline.

Several silent minutes pass, and suddenly Mr. Jacovsen comes to. He brushes off his polyester suit and begins to stand up from the floor. His eyes are bloodshot from shock and alcohol. He surveys the room, then walks slowly over to the kitchen table. He begins to eat the pork settled on Horace's plate. He looks around slyly while gorging himself.

Bonnie shouts out "Hey, don't touch the carrots!!"
He smiles and nods. "What, do you think I'm an idiot?" he replies.
to which Bonnie smugly states "well, you are early!"
And they laugh together.

...to be continued?....