The title: Killing Joanne. A short story written in the styles of Roald Dahl about a husband planning to murder his wife...with a twist at the end.

KILLING JOANNE He had never really thought about killing Joanne before. They had been high school sweethearts and in the whirlwind of love that came with every teenage romance he had proposed after college. It was pleasant the first few years, but after the joy of being newly weds faded away, they became tired of each other, and sank into a dull marital complacency. The years melted into each other, each the same, every action …

…and turn. He felt vomit rise in his chest, his vision became blurry. "Don't talk in riddles, Joanne." He said, trying to keep his voice normal and steady. "We can talk this out in the morning. Let's just go to sleep. He felt feverish, his headache became worse. "And pass me an aspirin would you, I have a headache" Joanne looked at him and laughed. "Aspirin? You don't need aspirin John, not where you're going."