“Where’s your darling husband?” asked my neighbour, peeking above our shared hedge.
“Travelling,” I replied, juggling the parcels I held while struggling to open the boot of my car.
“Oh? Where to?”
I wiped one of the parcels that was slightly blood-stained and pushed it further into the boot. “Everywhere.”
AJ Joseph occasionally writes at Words from Sonobe and tweets very short stories as @sonobeus.
love this – smart writing.
Thank you for the feedback!
How Naughty! Good story.
Oooo…naughty? I’ll take that! :D
Great story. Good job.
Thanks for the comment! :D
Well done!
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Very well done, kudos to you, AJ.
Thanks Jenise!