By Anarita Botelho
“I have tried and tried,” Lessbie said convincingly.
“You need therapy!” Priess said to her.
She looked down to the ground, defeated. Lessbie, shoulders curved towards her breasts, never had any patience, never had any courage to say no…
The next week Lessbie went to therapy like a good, obedient girl. For thirty-five minutes she didn’t say a single word.
The therapist glared impatiently and asked, “Are you going to change? Are you going to finally become heterosexual?”
Lessbie, with her watery eyes replied, “I couldn’t even if I tried,” as she forcefully jammed her sharp Swiss knife in her throat.
Touching and harrowing, the final line is shockingly good!
Hi Carinna, thank you for your comment.
Wow! Didn’t expect that shock and awe ending. Very good story.
Thanks Bobby 🙂
I was wondering how you were going to end this and lo and behold, given word constraints , the only possible appeared
Hi Mike, thanks, very accurate and astute comment. 🙂