Shooting

“Have you heard from him?” Margaret asked, leaning forward in the armchair. She didn’t want to be there, not in the cat hair covered chair, in Neil’s house with his Stepford wife, and not once again caught up in the storm that was Gary.  “Who?” Neil replied, seemingly forgetting the question she’d asked hopefully on …

June 17th – So I Shot Him . . .

"You did what?" Sally stared at her best friend, wide eyed as she sat on the armchair opposite her after not even saying hello but dropping that bomb shell. "I shot him." Megan repeated, this time as a whisper instead of a shout. "How the fuck did that happen?" "If you'd shut up for two …