think you know somebody…

he’d send her love letters from far away places…New York…Montreal…Vermont…Iowa City….she never knew where he was gonna be next…could wind up in Alberqurquee for all she knew…or maybe on one of those fishing boats up in Alaska…wouldn’t surprise her…

she waited for him…said he’d be back ‘ventually….just had to sew some wild oats…had been a couple of years now…she stayed true…wasn’t like she didn’t have offers…men from all around wanted her…used to come watch her dance on their lunch breaks…wrappin’ her long legs ’round a pole…runnin’ her hands through thick hair and takin’ her time on lap dances…drove ’em wild…

one week the letters stopped comin’…no more words drippin’ with honey…nothin’…folks said, I told ya so…,she didn’t listen…kept checkin’ the mail box everyday…after awhile she got fed up…went ’bout her business…didn’t care if she ever saw him again…and sure ‘nough…she didn’t…

couple years passed and she googled his name for kicks…various newspaper articles showed up concernin’ him with a murder…his murder…had been shot in the neck and his girlfriend had burned down the house to try and cover her tracks…the things people do…

she did not cry…nor did she feel sad…just numb…think you know somebody…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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