March Contest

The meeting

By March 25, 2019 No Comments

That day, Gertrude invited us three, her loyalists to a causerie-session over lunch. It appeared she had an urgent announcement so I couldn’t stop my legs from going.
“….We’re trying again… With IVF…” was the hint she needed to give to topple my heart with astonishment. I was the masked pregnant host for her successful IVF procedure and she couldn’t contain the secret anymore, evidently. I smiled with scorn between my teeth as I recollected flushing the thing down the toilet. Another expensive miscarriage is the least agony the barren whore deserves for screwing my husband all these years.


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