she placed the red cushion on the blue leather chair

gently fluffing and arranging it neatly

it looked perfect in her eyes

almost too good to sit on she thought

he came in and slouched in the chair

falling asleep after a few beers

god bless him she thought

he had a hard day at work

she watched TV while he slept

tuning into her home decorating shows  

after a few hours he woke up

he stretched and walked away

she looked at the crumpled red cushion

distorted and mangled like a blood stained corpse

crushed to death by her overweight husband

empty beer cans and snack crumbs are his calling cards

he came back into the room carrying a beer and snacks

she could feel the pain of her red cushion as he flopped down

he cracked open the beer can

it fizzed and exploded covering him in a sea of beer foam

he jumped up and dropped the dripping can

it landed on the crumpled red cushion

soaking the innocent red corpse in beer 

his big feet trampled the dropped snacks deep into the carpet

they made eye contact but did not speak

her eyes were saying you totally ruined my decor

you big fat untidy disgusting drunken cushion murderer

his eyes were saying shit that was the last beer in the fridge