By Aren Laure Lizardo
My wife is very sick, you see. Her body is so weak, she cannot speak, and her skin is so cold to the touch. She has lain in that king-size bed of ours ever since. And so every morning, I kiss her forehead to see those dreary eyes look up to me, go downstairs to make some breakfast in bed for her, and lie right next to her until the day turns to night. This goes on for a month, until there is a knock on the door.
The cops have come to arrest me for digging up my wife’s grave.
I was expecting a twist, but I wasn’t expecting that one. Nice.
A powerful story, indeed.
Best twist I’ve seen in a while. Well done.
What a surprise…..never expected that !!! Yikes