By Ellen Kirkman
Iād had no luck the normal way. Searched catalogues, perused the internet; I had even gone to the hospital to enquire.
At last, when Dodgy Derek from downstairs accessed the dark web for me, I found what I was looking for in the form of a glossy advert.
The webpage promised speedy delivery, with all items in stock. There were so many to choose from: glossy untainted ones; bloody misshapen ones; slow-beating ones that were steady and sturdy. Mine was useless. Broken.
I called the number on the screen, put in an order for a heart the advert said was unbreakable.
Ah! Don’t we all need one
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This story reminds me of the country song by Jessica Andrews; An Unbreakable Heart. Good job, Ellen.
Thank you Glenn š
A taut, touching tale, Ellen. Hope there’s no later buyer’s remorse.. Jerry,
Thank you Jerry. I hope so too š
Love it, great pacing.
Thank you Rachel!
Wouldn’t we all like one! Super story!
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