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Sunday, June 5, 2011


she knew they needed time
life had become
the same old tic-toc,
around the clock,
rat race for years now.
so they packed,
found a sitter for the twins
and drove out
to the lake...
the cabin hadn't changed
besides a few cob webs
and moldy smell.
she watched her better half
saunter to the ice box~
he turned to her,
with a grin on his face
and a cold bottle
of rose let's make love
in his hands.
...and that they did.
with an intensity
never experienced,
they engulfed
carnal pleasures
long since forgotten.
the taste of her lips,
the sound of his mounting passion
carried them to a plateau
inhabited by dreams of dreams
and jasmine scented
it was as it should be.
the both of them happy once more.
as they lay entwined,
dazzled by the masterpiece
sprawling before them,
he began to cry.
she had instructed
that he only bring two bullets
for the old revolver...
this would be their last


  1. wow. quite the twist in the end, did not see that coming at all...great story telling

  2. oh no...why not a romantic ending... i wasn't prepared for this but guess that was your intention...

  3. Wow. Guess the sitter won't get paid. Seriously, great set up wurdz. You used Hanson's photo as a canvas backdrop for a tragedy. Excellent narrative.

  4. Hmm, I've heard of good sex after a funeral, but good sex before one's own? Seems extreme to me. I hope they change their minds and just quit going to work or something.

  5. Wow, the twist at the end, such bittersweetness. I was kind of hoping for a happy ending myself. But great story telling. Thanks for sharing.
    ~Corbie Sinclair

  6. Wow, I didn't expect this ending...sad! Nicely done!

  7. Grounded use of language to build up the story and so makes the outcome a twist for the reader

  8. Stunning. Simply stunning.

    Thank you,
    Rob Hanson

  9. Wow. Not expecting that ending either. Maybe they'll decide to go shoot the rose bottle out back?