Paul's Lunch ends.
My first thought was is he alone in the house. I felt sick. Light headed.
Then worse, I realized I could only see one of his hands.
"I weren't never no pervert. Never touched 'em like that. None of 'em."
I knew I had to leave immediately.
"Next drop'll be waiting Paul. Best crack on. I'll put your book back."
I didn't put it back.
It's next to me on the passenger seat of the van under the lunch I forgot to leave him. I keep looking at it wondering why he showed me; who I should show it to.
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
- Tags: confessions
5 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
You've got to dob him in! Great, bleak mini series again, Lisa. It's really addictive. You might end up needing to go to Drablrs Anonymous!
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Or take the law into her own hands...
Thank you- I do love writing bleak! And yes- Utterly addicted X
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
(And huge thank you for inspiration for latest story! X)
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
If I did, you're welcome! :-)
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Still out there Drew, for now anyway X
And yes Nev - 'Drablrs Anonymous' comment sparked it X
