Two Sentence Horror Stories

Broken Bits

By Rosanne Pagano

And why would the gate be banging in the wind, the front door opened wide, the bedroom cold as a stray cat’s soul, and every dish, every cup, every saucer smashed to bits? 

…oh why bother telling him now, a man too timid to cross his own threshold when she had needed him most.  

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