Day 9: Envy
She stared across the lawn at the house next door. A woman came out. She looked at her, then down at herself, not liking what she saw. The woman’s clothes, her husband, her life, she wanted it all. It started slow. A makeover, new clothes, buying things she knew she wasn’t able to afford. One event led to another, and as she stood over the woman’s lifeless body, she couldn’t help but smile. She had it all now. The door opened. “Honey, I’m home,” a voice called. “Coming,” she replied.
