We'd felt so calm, methodical almost, it was as if we'd thought this out or done it before. I wasn't scared of the consequences, but I wanted to bury it all anyway.
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It took both of us to try to carry him down the hall in his suitcase, it had a floral pattern on it, he hated flowers. It made me smirk, that little irony.
My sister rested her head on my shoulder as we stopped in the elevator waiting to be taken down to the bottom of the apartment complex.
As we left we were calm, so calm if we'd passed anyone they wouldn't have wondered about the suitcase it took us both to carry.
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Two Girls & A Shovel
Короткий рассказThis *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...
