• Fred Smith

Marital Duty (a two sentence horror story)

She was working late, but had the dutiful sense to have dinner waiting for me when I got home.

I had just finished off the last of the pot roast when she texted me a selfie of her dousing the crock pot with strychnine.


A Crack in the Room Tone

Stories for a noisy world 

© 2020 Fred Smith


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