Kelly was my girlfriend at the time and she tried to shock me one day by showing me that she had shaved her head. I just laughed because I knew I had a far better shock waiting for her in my backyard where I kept the dead bodies of all the people I had murdered.
2 thoughts on “Shock”
This story, as darkly funny and short as it is, brought up memories of autumn when I was about 12, riding my bike down the street by the O’Connor’s house. I liked the faint hint of cigarette smoke, not oppressive like at my pepere’s house, but playful on the breeze, teasing and comforting.
Thanks so much for reading the story and commenting on it. I’m glad it triggered some memories for you. John Kujawski