50-Word Tales #116

Bridge Painting Monet

One autumn evening he waited for her under the bridge.

He dragged her into some bushes and raped her.

After he had finished he got up and pulled up his pants.

She laughed hysterically.

‘Shut up!’ he said. ‘Everyone knows you’re a whore.’

‘AIDS!’ she shouted, ‘AIDS!’

He turned white.

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26 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #116

          1. I would love too, but I can’t. 3 Reasons.
            1. I don’t own a laptop, nor a Tab. And sitting on the hard chair, slouching, staring at the screen gets my shoulder aching.
            2. Lack of enough time.
            3. Lack of privacy & peace.
            😦

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