Revenge takes a sour turn in this artistic flash.
ONE MORE STROKE
Leila flourished her paintbrush. Myra’s fat legs looked perfect.
Email: ‘Myra’s in A&E with leg swelling. More later. Stephen.’
Leila mixed up more paints.
Check – heaving chest, spare tyres and gross bingo-wings completed.
Email: ‘Myra in a bad way, acute shortness of breath.’
O.K. Face and head now. Better use florid hues, LOL!
Email: ‘Very sorry to advise, given how close you both are, but Myra’s had a massive stroke. Now in ICU.’
Ah well, pressing on, it’s time to paint the veggie patch in the background.
Email: ‘Medics have pronounced Myra to be in a persistent vegetative state. Care continuing but not hopeful.’
Oh dear. Heart-rending.
Sniggering, Leila glugs a whole bottle of Bailey’s, lurches into the easel and knocks the portrait flying.
Email: ‘Myra just fell out of bed and died. She definitely murmured ‘Leila hates me.’ Medics mystified. Police on way.’