Thinking back, I never thought this would be the way I’d go out. In a ball of fire maybe, or jumping off the roof of a tall building. Never did I think I would be in a church. But there was nothing I could do about my demise, and now, the end is near.
“I face the final curtain with you, my friend.” She lay next to me, bleeding from the well placed bullet wound in her gut. Her white dress was once so beautiful on her, brightly contrasting her pitch black locks of hair. I could say nothing in reply, but not because of shame. My tongue was in my hand, a result of the mishap we had gone through. I’d long turned to my side so I would not choke on my own blood of course.
“This is a terrible time to be making a pun, but, cat got your tongue. Shanty?” Oh, how tempting it would be to throw the organ at her, if I could’ve. Nevertheless, for comments like these, I loved her. You see, today would be our wedding day. The church was more than happy to marry a lesbian couple, even if we both had a criminal record. Something to do with redemption we supposed.
Redemption from what? Perhaps our life. Maybe for those long years we spent in the slums, trading, dealing, even selling ourselves. Temmi and I were both victims of the world’s cruelty. We both knew it. We both knew the world would catch up to us one day.
I just wish it could’ve waited one more.
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Short StoryA few short stories to write when I get bored or lose inspiration. Honestly, I've lost interest in the books I've been writing, but I hope someday I can return to them. For now, please enjoy this book with inconsistent updates. Warning This book ma...
