Monday, June 23, 2008

The Regrettable Contest of Noughts and Crosses chapter 25

In hindsight, his sanity had clearly begun to lapse.
He tore holes in his bedroom walls in search of wiretaps,
and since he lacked the talents of a licensed electrician,
the coroner directed his widow to a particularly skilled mortician.


The Grunt said...

The blue feet and the toe tag are great.

Julie Schuler said...