Without words we both went to change our clothes and before we left I spilled a whole bottle of bleach on the patch of carpet Tom's body had rested on. I didn't particularly care if someone noticed any residue, but it felt theraputic.
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Two Girls & A Shovel
Short StoryThis *Completed* short story takes a dark twist, as an abusive relationship meets its end rather unexpectedly. Copyright © 2014 by Caroline Ann Mason || CarolineAnnLV All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by an...
