They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. Sheila was often a terror to her husband Mark, who seemed afraid of her. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. Recollect that. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. The game lasted until 7:13. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school.
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