...IN THE MAKING (4)

She had advised him to keep the baseball cap on if he did not want to feel the pressure of being a celebrity. About two hours had passed after the game they enjoyed at the viewing centre, but he was not done enjoying the company of this mysterious chic he just met today. He suggested they go to a

THIS VAL: SUNDAY EVENING BREAK UP (SHORT STORY)

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They answered my questions in turn and out of turn as I held out the worn out cane in my hand indicating my seriousness in writhing the truth out of the both of them. They confessed, their eyes wide with so much fright I just couldn’t pity them at this point, this was no time for motherly compassion, and the only compassion I had this time was for knowing how far these kids had gone physically.

“So when was the first time?! Tell me” I couldn’t help my voice being raised.