by Zel Kuroi
She tells her mother over the phone that it’s still too painful to think about the crash. But I don’t understand; I didn’t even get hurt. And why is she no longer pregnant? Did we lose the baby?
I can only watch her in silence from the crib. Please, honey, don’t cry; I’m right here.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Oedipus Revisited
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2 comments:
WAHT THE FUCK
i wonder what the inspiration was for this story?
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