The Story of Harmless Bullet
Day 28 The Wrath of Wife /absurdist comedy/ “We are… not alone anymore,” I coughed out the words, one by one. Ms. Sedative stood up, came closer, and stuck her perfect body out of the window. She tilted her ideal head, shook it from side to side like a wind-up toy, and, for a minute or two, blindly stared at the empty concrete steps. The Army was gone. “No one...