A Sinister Woman


She stitched another stitch in he little cushion on her lap. It would soon be finished now. She would soon have what she had wanted all along.

Some stuffing. Closing up. It was done.

She laid it down on the pillow beside her. Looked at it for a while, and kissed it goodnight.

-You only love me for my face, he’d said, and he was right.

Now it was all she had to bear with.


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