Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Gift

by Kat

Her note explained it all.

It was my fault. Me, she claimed, and that whore mistress of mine.

Don’t deny it, she wrote, I never would have known if I hadn’t found the gift you bought her. You never bought me any jewelry.

Heartbroken and angry, I carefully chose her epitaph.

“It was for you.”

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