Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater.

By Michael J. Elliott

Peter Gord is a simple man with simple tastes. He loves cooking and baking, window shopping for bakeware and kitchen appliances and checking out the latest cookbooks.
Unemployed Peter enjoys these things in between doing the housework.
And Peter's greatest pleasure is fantasizing about murdering his wife Delores.
Brash, overbearing Delores, takes every opportunity to belittle Peter.
In his mind, Peter gets his revenge by slashing her throat or baking ground glass into her cookies.
When Peter finally gets a job with a local charity helping the poor and homeless, his fantasies become darker and more brutal.
Of course he wouldn't really act on them..Would he

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael J. Elliott
• Release date: Dec 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370047369

Michael J. Elliott

Michael J. Elliott is an Australian author who has been writing since his early schooldays. His headmistress once described him as, "A second Alfred Hitchcock." He majored in Media Studies in College and wrote and directed short films, videos and radio ads. Michael has also written sketch comedy for Australian television. He lives in a bayside suburb in the State of Victoria. When not writing stories to chill readers he enjoys Golden Age Hollywood movies, reading, drawing, and cooking. He is also the illustrator for Claire Plaisted's series of childrens books, Girlie's Adventures. Michael is single but shares his life with his two cats, Charlie and Snaps.

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Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater.

A Horror Story

by Michael J Elliott.

Copyright © 2017 by Michael J Elliott

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Acknowledgements

Cover Creation: Taylor Dawn

Edited By: Christie Stratos/Proof Positive Editing.

Formatted By: Plaisted Publishing House Ltd

Contents

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Nine

Ten

Eleven

Note from the Author

1

Peter Gord was toying with the idea of cutting out her tongue.

That Mary Tyler is nowt but a skyver. Rings up t’shop t’say she’s too sick to come in. I ask yer.

Oh that’s a shame, dear, Peter replied nonchalantly.

A cold, I ask yer. T’country would be in a right pickle if we all took time off for a simple cold.

You’re right, dear.

Of course, Gladys and meself ‘ad to work twice as ‘ard. We were rushed off our feet in that shop.

That’s a shame, dear. Take the weight off your feet and I’ll make you a nice cup of tea.

Delores Gord sat down at the kitchen table with a bone-weary sigh. Nothing like audio to add to the effect, thought Peter.

What are you cooking?

Coq au vin, dear.

Delores wrinkled her nose in distaste. More foreign muck. I don’t know why you don’t cook sommat decent. Now, I’d be quite partial to a nice plate of tripe and onions, especially after the day I’ve ‘ad.

Peter gripped the vegetable knife harder. His knuckles turned white. He regained his composure, relaxing his grip, and continued to dice the carrots.

Peter had spent a lifetime honing his culinary skills. It was the only talent he possessed, one that he was truly proud of. Many a time Peter had daydreamed about what his life would have been like if he’d been allowed to become an apprentice chef.

Peter came from a working-class family. That fact alone shouldn’t have made it impossible for Peter to pursue his goal. The problem was Peter’s father, or more correctly, his attitude.

Frank Gord had a very regimented take on the roles of men and women. When Frank came home from work to discover Peter helping his mother make a sponge cake, Peter was rewarded with a blow to the side of the head. Frank screamed