"Mr.Marley, im sorry to inform you, but your son is-"
"don't.. just please don't tell me"
"but sir"
but Mr.Marley didn't need it. he closed the door on the officer,
and faced the living room, where his wife had had a stroke no later than an hour ago,
when Xavier ran.
..
they're both dead..
dead
YOU ARE READING
him her
Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)