With what little heat it yielded, the light filtered through the white blinds and replaced the shadows, bouncing time on the corners of my life to a night left well off said. I lifted my led head and raised a brow. A sleeping woman wearing red is lying next to me; I am in her waterbed, sinking, as was my memory. Her identity escaped me. I choked and giggled through panic cause I'm allergic to her fucking cat. The bedroom door flung open. Caught me again, she did; no more chances, I'm better off dead.
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Death In A Cabin
Short Story(Being edited!) Ben's granddad died last fall and left him the family get-a-way cabin. His father treats him like a loser for not going to business school. His mother turned into an alcoholic after granddad's death. Ben finally had something to cal...
