209 of 365


I loved my job, but I was forced to see him fawning over her each day. So I bought a gun and shot him. I was happy.

After a long wait, they danced in the sun for everyone to see. She stared into her eyes. “I am happy.” It was finally legal.

I was 12.  I held his abusive hand hesitatingly as we crossed the road. A car hit him and sped away. I watched him bleed. I was happy.


Time, space, distance was what he wanted. She transported herself to avoid crossing paths with him. Pluto was the planet of her choice.

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