BOOKS BY MARCIA GOMEZ

Author of Fiction Novels

AN EXCERPT FROM

As my anger built I made up horrible fantasies.  I would imagine things like a truck hitting Casper and he would die.  I would imagine a goat stampede and he was maimed.  My fantasies were terrible and I felt even guiltier when I snapped out of them.  I prayed daily to God to forgive me my terrible thoughts about my husband, and please not to punish me for them.  I checked our insurance policy, just in case I needed it.  It was a good policy; I would get $500,000.00 dollars.  It couldn’t be a suicide.  I didn’t think I had a problem with that.  So I secretly dreamed Casper would die and I could be set the rest of my life without that asshole around.  An accident or maybe a medical problem would be nice.  His diet was terrible.  He ate greasy hamburgers every day and gulped down about 5 Dr. Peppers a day.  I thought maybe I could hold out until he was 68 and he might croak of a heart attack.  After five years of hoping, which was in those in between years, eight and twelve, is when I came to the realization that he wasn’t going anywhere.  The good die young, so I knew he would be around for a long time.  I had to make some plans.

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