Business of the Blood
“Impossible, we’ve been married for a year…”
“She was mine, at least, until you came along. We were in love. Yet, the day she met you, everything was over. She moved out, she filled for a divorce and I never saw her again. Now,” His he’d a calm tone all the while, forcing it so, despite the screams of rage he wanted to emitted. How horrible life had been without dear Mary! No one to make good meals, no one to talk to him after a hard day, no one to kiss and love, no one to speak of children to, to go to mass with. All there was left was an empty void where his heart had once been, the organ ripped out and chewed before being spat back onto the street.