A Sturdy Mixture – 50 Word Story

He places a hand on top of Sandra’s and squeezes. “How’re you holding up honey?”

She nods her head, and smiles softly. “I’m doing okay Papa Joe, how’re you doing with it all?”

He shrugs and curls his shaking lips.”Me, I’m looking to kill me some piece of shit traitor!”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s