Prompt: He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw…
Response: Under Her Glare
He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror he saw that she was still there - the hideous, gigantic painting was still taking up half of his his living room wall. The eyes of the huge impressionist woman seemed to be glaring at him as he walked in and slammed the door closed.
It was as if she resented his plan to have her snatched and burned. He sat on the couch across from her glare and glared back. The insurance money would have been enough to pay for his divorce and a new upscale apartment. Yet she was still here.
The money wasn't all. More than the money, his plan would have removed the overbearing stare of his late mother-in-law from above his mantle. And that was more important.
And she was still there.
He sat and stared her down. He sat and thought about what being free would feel like.
Finally he stood and muttered, "So much for being under her thumb - anything would be preferable to her glare."