Coin, Flipped

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Scrambled, Not Fried

Coin, Flipped

I had a dream: I murdered her husband
and she showed up at his funeral
in his all-time favorite red dress.

“But you should wear black to funerals,”
everyone kept telling her. I agreed, as I
offered up my insincere condolences.

“I know; I know,” she told me, adding
“But he loved this red dress so much 
and I’m saving all my blacks for you.”

“For Me?” I responded, waking suddenly
when my front doorbell sounded and I
found her there, gun in hand, waiting.

Tuesday Twiglet #322
you wear black  ~
Writer’s Digest P-A-D #25
Dream / Reality  ~

twigletwriter digest

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