• Short Stories,  Works

    Lights Out

    Fredrick sat on his king size bed in his apartment tucked into the lush countryside of the Hamptons, tapping the front cover of his October issue of playboy magazine. His wife wasn’t home yet. How was he going to get fucked? A quick glance at his red oak nightstand proved it to be eight o’clock already. How long had he been trying to catch some occasional ass on Showtime? Man, the bitch never took this long. He tossed the magazine on the bed, a sharp contrast to the pink flowers arrayed on the down comforter. He hated them.

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