Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 1
SLURP.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Gritting my teeth until my jaw aches, I glare at my boss while he sips
from a mug of steaming tea, watching the video playing on his computer.
The sound of his lips sucking in liquid grates on my nerves, a dull knife
sawing at the frayed edges. By the time he pushes the piece of paper in my
direction, sets his mug down, and removes his glasses, I’ve imagined all the
ways I could kill him.
An overdose of insulin would be the easiest, cleanest route—especially
since he keeps his meter and pens in the top right drawer of his desk,
unprotected.
Though, I suppose most men in our world wouldn’t take the time to
research hit methodology; they want quick fixes and dumped bodies, and