Another one of those reeeeeally short stories. Or, rather, descriptions of situations.


Hallelujah

She's always singing Hallelujah. Like that's going to help. At first it annoyed the crap out of me, but now I've sort of got used to it. Whatever. I only ever see her a couple of times a month, and when I do, I'm not that interested in what she has to say. I try not to let it bother me, you know?
It's just, when I stay over, at ten o' clock in the morning she gets up, and starts making us breakfast she knows I won't stay for, and all the while she's singing. It's all fucking bullshit if you ask me.
But lying there, listening to her song of praise, I kind of feel like maybe, just maybe I shouldn't have bothered seducing a nun, bet or no bet.



Short story by Liv Sol Möller
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 10:06

Tags Hallelujah  Nuns  Sex 

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting twist at the end, it made me smile and laugh - that's all the encouragement I have for now.
2011-02-28