...His sister is beautiful. She’s older than I am, but that doesn’t change anything. She’s smart, witty, refined. Everything a man could want is embodied in her. She was recently widowed, but she bounced back pretty quickly. I love her. We’re getting married. Mom would be proud. See you soon. Much love.
Your son,
Oedipus
Showing posts with label 55 fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55 fiction. Show all posts
June 23, 2010
June 20, 2010
Sacred Bonds
“Get out of my house you cheating bastard! I don’t ever want to see your lying ass around here again! ” Brianna screamed at her husband.
The front door slammed. She walked back to the phone which was lying off the hook.
“Yeah, Tony?” she said. “Sorry. Yeah Friday’s good. Pick me up at eight.”
The front door slammed. She walked back to the phone which was lying off the hook.
“Yeah, Tony?” she said. “Sorry. Yeah Friday’s good. Pick me up at eight.”
It's Dangerous at Night
Seventy year-old Maria Parsons walked home in the dark of night.
In the distance a tall imposing silhouette walked in her direction. Soon they were passing each other. He was a gruff-looking man of about thirty-five.
“Careful ma’am, there’s a serial killer out.”
“So I’ve heard,” Maria replied, fingering the bloody knife in her pocket.
In the distance a tall imposing silhouette walked in her direction. Soon they were passing each other. He was a gruff-looking man of about thirty-five.
“Careful ma’am, there’s a serial killer out.”
“So I’ve heard,” Maria replied, fingering the bloody knife in her pocket.
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