Fingers of magic

Chopping off his fingers that once tenderly grazed my wife’s face, strangling his neck that my wife once planted kisses on, stabbing his body that my wife once enjoyed so much, I kill & finally bury him near the tree.

I quickly slide the car into reverse to get out of there as fast as I can, before anyone suspects that Commissioner Khanna has killed his wife’s secret lover.

The glass of my car’s windshield shatters & pierces my face and body, as I frantically ram the car straight into the tree, while my heart skips a beat, as I see her lover’s chopped fingers knocking my window one last time.

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