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Passionate Crime

“There, you look lovely,” said Michael,

adding the finishing touch of lipstick onto his wife’s lips.

Her smile was fixed.

It had been two years now since her death,

being a mortician had its advantages.

The cabins log fire blazed.

He began to read his poetry.

Turning the page, he read,

“Love is…”

 

R.J. Saxon.