Dead. Again. - #fridayflash

Their death at his hand came much easier than he thought it would, all that meticulous planning, worry and agonizing whether he should go through with it was for naught. It was done and over now and he had to deal with the consequences. The lazy bastard was silenced and his bitchy wife gone in the same stroke. He felt both exhilaration and apprehension as he happened upon them late that evening while they silently awaited him in comfort, right there in his own study. At least there was no blood, he'd made certain that clean up would be effortless and there was not even a trace of them the next morning. Did they feel any pain? He doubted it, and certainly not as much pain as he did after deleting the file, wrestling with weak characters for three months, trashing 114 pages of manuscript, and starting his thriller over with new protagonists for the fifth time in two years.