Anger
Anger became chilling doubt. Eleven fucking gunshots. Had I just killed Louis? Most nights our private quibbles revived some tensions. Underestimated wondrous Xanax, you Zephyr.
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©Merel van Beeren, July 25, 2010 in A-Z, Alphabet story, English Stories Tweet This Post------------------------------
Great, Merel!
Terrific. A real story, too. Congratulations, Merel.
Atmosphere and setting, just brilliant.
Excellent. And what a story!
A Bloody Classic! The alpha and omega of short stories.