Wanting Daisy Dead

by Sue Watson

I find people difficult to work with; I don’t have time to micromanage their feelings. I just need to get the job done.

‘He never confessed, even in his suicide note.’ ‘He didn’t need to confess, the blood was all over his hammer, along with his fingerprints.’ ‘Yeah, but his fingerprints would be on his hammer. Presumably he used it to hammer things.’

‘Hello, gorgeous!’ I say to Maddie, who I think is sitting alone, but as I turn I see my wife sitting next to her. Awkward.

ICK!

You have to be a genius to appreciate the value of keeping your IQ to yourself.’

– in fact I crave solitude more than I ever have. I listened to myself and discovered that’s what I need more than anything.

Relatable!