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Submitted to Contest #137
I wipe the knife on our bedspread, watching as the crimson color of my husband’s blood drips on the cloth, mixing with the fabric. I loved that bedding set. My beautiful, white down filled comforter, lying across white cotton Egyptian sheets. I shouldn’t have bought it. The cost was more than I’d ever spent on a blanket or sheets. I knew David was going to be pissed at me again. In his bitchy voice, “We have enough blankets!” Screw him. I don’t give a shit anymore. I wanted it, so I bought it. I stopped caring about how he felt o...
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