50 Word Story #16

I used to be the reason for his happiness, Donatella thought. She looked down at her feet. Joey lay there, passed out on the floor, beer can still in hand, cradling it to his chest like a long lost lover. Donatella shook her head, bit back tears, and shot him.

2 thoughts on “50 Word Story #16”

  1. And here’s my contribution…. ๐Ÿ˜€

    Elaine loved watching him talk to her.

    Maybe he was speaking English. Maybe Japanese.

    She would never know.

    She couldn’t hear a word he said. She never would be able to.

    But she loved watching him talk to her and Elaine loved watching her listen to him.

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