the murder…

“I should have seen her coming. Reckless I am, a murderer now”

“Oh come on, George. There’s no way you could have. It was midnight!”

“But what if she was on her last?”

“Last what?”

“You know…”

“Oh. Even then, nothing you could have done.”

“Would hitting a black cat bring bad luck too, sis?”

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© Leo (24th September, 2011)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

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