He stood at the door, not knowing how he’d tell her about his lump today. He was greeted with a note: I’m pregnant with his child, Jack. I’m taking Simba with me. I’m sorry. -Jil.
She received a copy of his will 20 days later. Simba got everything.
Tag: Creative Writing
Poem || You Don’t Even Know Her
That fucking thing again
Emotionless, selfish,
She’s a heartbreaker, and
probably standoffish
Ms. Sonia Sandhu 