Saturday, 19 February 2011

four years to the minute

since Charlings had set foot on that path to her house.
He never missed his mark, and he was always on time.
They never suspected, both of his wives, and they didn't seem to mind.
'I'm such a charmer' thought Charlings
'These eejits haven't got a clue'

... I sense a tale of retribution is at hand ... or afoot.

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hamstropolis prisoner

by aBowman