Lothario (standard:drama, 200 words)
Author: KShaw	Added: Oct 09 2005	Views/Reads: 3460/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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The Coroner's report concluded his death was a suicide. A spontaneous
eruption of grief, ended by strangling his wife, and a single shot to 
his own head. 

He could no longer absorb the pain of sharing her, so took his hands to
her throat, and with spicy fingers spoiled the delicacy of her neck. I 
must admit to a certain excitement, imagining the stain of terror 
crossing her face, entering into her lips in a tight blue flood, the 
ebbing ocean of breath. Or wondering if her eyes, begging a misty 
forgiveness, could move him to relinquish his grip? 

In the end it was little murder, done without malice or forethought. 

She was good in bed of course, articulate and athletic, but for the life
of me I cannot understand how a little outside extra-marital excursion 
can result in the destruction of two people. 

I remember each of my fingers bumping across the splendour of each
vertebra, under the purity of her taught and tenuous skin, sending my 
erotic pulses into rapture. There had to have been something noble 
about the way he gazed upon her body as she lay before him, taking the 
gun in his hand, asking forgiveness. 


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