EVER DECREASING CIRCLES

[parakeety]

Manny is dead, my darling Jenny. I put my pistol to his head and decorated the walls of the warehouse office with his brains and gobbets of bone. It was all I could do to aim straight - the memory of him touching you aroused such trembling fury in me that I thought I might not be able to follow through, that I might fall at the final hurdle. But I

Comments

[obsidian_cat]

Nicely written! Sad, but well done.