Short tales

I could enter her thoughts,

but, not her.

I broke up.

After years of loneliness,

he was facing the biggest fear of his life,

love.

She stole my heart.

I took her life.

He was resting on her.

10 minutes later,

he was resting

on his pool of blood,

shot dead,

by her husband.

She served him yesterday.

Tonight somebody else bedded her.

He had a thinner cash bundle.

She sobbed as he relished her flesh.

He had a gun.

C Kumar