Happiness. It's relative.
It had taken years to find him but when she did, she settled in carefully, bought new pillows and a matching comforter, then curled up to watch his nightly prancing and smiling threats.
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Written in response to a Trifecta Writing Challenge: 33 words inspired by the Rolling Stones’ Sympathy for the Devil.
Photo: Alex Robert
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I love this. great ending.
Somehow I have the feeling that she’s not the victim here. Thanks for linking up and be sure to come back tomorrow for our special 99th challenge.
At last! Somebody gets it….was actually thinking about Mick Jagger. 🙂
That’s horrible! Maybe it’s about time to ditch the comforter…and the jerk.
He sounds like a genuine grade-A creep.
When the dream turns out to be a nightmare–chilling!