sick bastard

On Thursdays, when Matthew’s wife was working late at the hospital, he never missed “snuggling” in bed with their 5-year-old daughter.

And Sundays he never missed 10 o’clock mass.

Matthew prided himself a devoted man, singing his praises and thanks to Him.

 

 

 

i admit to not really comprehending how i came to this piece from the Can I eat this? prompt. i admit to being a bit disturbed by the piece. that’s flash fiction for you.

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15 thoughts on “sick bastard

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    it’s an excellent exercise in writing. I felt my skin crawl and of course that means you did the job of showing…and telling. But my stomach is sick with the thought .

    (I thought I watched too much SVU 😉 )

  2. Reminds me of the Mafia kill a man on Monday, transport him on Tues, Wed. bury him, Thursday seduce his wife, Friday steal his money, Sat, rest and Sunday beg for forgiveness. Nice guy, a good fellow.

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