The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Thursday, 1 October 2015
Jesus Christ of Nazareth: Gulp
She was teasing my todger with the tip of her tongue. Her brain was barely there, it was clearly unsprung. I'd left my cares in some jars that I'd just smashed to pieces, and stuffed the slivers and shards into freshly picked peaches. I pushed them down her throat once I knew we were done, so she would never love again nor hurt anyone.