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InFidelity

The shrill needle's bite punctured her skin, silencing the chattering machine. His dark-soled shoes stepped closer.

She rose, swaying, determined, amongst the destruction of his clothes and hers.

Rending, tearing... a trite analogy of his latest infidelity. Instead she stitched their clothes tightly together and speckled them with blood.

Story by:

Elsbeth

26 February 2017