Nothing But Disgust

There was nothing but disgust on his face
and fury in his eyes
as he stared at the food on the plate in front of him.
He had given her every chance
but she would have to go.
Could no – one in this God forsaken country cook?
He called her in,
explained,

then strangled her.

He would bury her along with the rest in his favourite place
and begin again the tedious business of writing an advert for the paper.

'Cook/Housekeeper wanted, to live in.'

He smiled.
Maybe it would be sixth time lucky.