Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.
Thought of her husband and
All those wasted years.
She studied the shore and realized that the sea could break down the rocks.
She knew that the sea could bend the coast to her will,
make it match her vision of perfection.
It only took time,
Patience was a weapon, not carried in her arsenal.
All those wasted years – spent in vain. Trying to teach him,
to shape him, to make him a better man.
If only he could have learned.
Eventually she gave up; and she killed him,
killed him slowly with fried foods, tobacco, and alcohol.
She believed it to be more merciful that way.
Despite his flaws she had loved him somehow.
Were they looking for her yet?
Would they find her?
Belize is a long way from Philadelphia.
She glanced over her shoulder, and worried about extradition.