I found this buried in my drafts.
It was an assignment for my undergraduate creative writing class, which I translated into Chinese.
The folder says it was written on June 1, 2020.
I mean... what was going on with me back then that I wrote something this absurd?
It's probably a short, happy little story about an abusive husband getting thoroughly avenged.
Posting it to give everyone a laugh.
Theme: There really isn't one.
