She had always been the same.
Ever since they first met, she’d been a complainer. He really loved her, but she never seemed to be satisfied with anything he tried to do for her. When it wasn’t him she was grumbling about, it was something else. She was always dissatisfied about something. Like the cost of bus fares or the noisy trucks passing along their street, or the local shop forever running out of bread, or the house across the road with its front garden that had nothing but weeds. Some of the children in the street weren’t very respectful towards her. As for the newcomer who had just moved into 14b with all the tattoos and an obvious drinking problem and what he said to her… well she couldn’t stop talking about that!
He really wanted to do something extra special for her birthday. The box of chocolates seemed to go down well, but their trip down to the cellar was something else. He switched the light on and led the way.
When she reached the bottom… that’s when she began to scream.
He we go again, he thought. You would think that she’d be absolutely delighted to find the corpse of the rude man from 14b, lying on their cellar floor.