Night went to A. L. Chemists & Co. in the Town Hall and bought a laughing gas whippet with his last penny. He went back to his room and took in quite a view, to motivate himself for his final endeavour.
He climbed on the landing and emptied the whippet into his mouth.
He saw his dame, couldabeen Mrs. Night, sporting a lingerie, lying below in the lush field.
He jumped, wanting to land with a kiss, and a gentle fondle of her breasts.
Of course, there was no woman in lingerie.
Night was gone at last, bloody sun rising out.
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Short StoryA amalgam of stories, each with a count of 100 words.
