12.11.08

Don’t Sweat it
by Robin Zemek


“So...”
Her silence stunned him.
“Don’t you want to talk about it?”
He lay on the bed looking over at Priss, her blonde hair billowing.
“We have to talk about it sometime.”
“That’s a cute bra. Was it hers?”
“No Priss. There’s another girl hiding in the closet... of course it was hers.”
“Where did she get it?”
“I don’t keep track of details like that.”
“Do you think she’ll mind if I take it?”
He turned his head and looked at the corpse beside him, a pretty red-head with a surprised look on her face and a bullet in her chest.
“I don’t think she’ll need it.”
He handed her the bra.
“She was pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you Priss.”
“Don’t humor me, I have a gun.”
He avoided her eyes.
“And don’t stare at my chest.”
“I remember a girl who used to like me doing that.”
“Funny, I can remember a man who didn’t have anyone on the side.”
“Funny, I wasn’t talking about you.”
He turned to the red-head.
“So, Priss? What are you still doing here?”
“I can’t really leave.”
“I know.”
“What should we tell the police?”
“Bullets make bad foreplay.”

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