By Fabian Broeker
The alarm sounds. I wake up. I roll over, kiss her forehead, and leave the house.
The alarm sounds. I wake up. I roll over, kiss her cold forehead, and leave the house.
The alarm sounds. I wake up. I cover my nose, press my lips to her flesh, and leave the house.
The smell wakes me. I look at her dead blue eyes, roll her over, and leave the house.
The bed is rotting; her decay spreads to me. I kick the gun under the bed.
I place her body on the floor. Am I the corpse, or is she?
Fun story!
Thanks for posting it!
Good buildup. Suprise ending. Great story. Keep’em coming…
I liked this story a lot–great job.
Creepy! And i mean that in the best way possible.
True love indeed! Perhaps a murder suicide endng would be even better. But then who’d tell the story. Perhaps a bloody red Paste-It stuck on the front door. Jerry