The beating in his headache was like a reverberating drum. The blood on his chin was dripping onto the floor, a canvas of his shame and guilt. The accident had rendered his mother's corpse into a blended mash; she looked like one of her healthy strawberry smoothies. His father, oh, his father... His auntie is standing over him.
"John..." She cups his face.
"Auntie..." He whimpers. She cups his hand, places something cold and metallic in it.
"Here are 6 screws. I need to to take your grandma's coffin for a bit so we can bury them,"
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Little John and the BIG wide world
RomanceLittle John, an aspiring interior designer, whos become a washed out and almost jobless bum, run into Galva(nised steel). Will she be able to tranform his 0.1x0.2 apartment and hopefully his life?
