Friday, 22 May 2015

Kicking Out The Bitch

Once my father passed away, I wasted no time in kicking my snivelling bitch of a half-sister out of the family home. She stood at the front door, clutching the half-dead mutt like it was a lifeline as I began to take a tally of my new things.

“You didn’t even love him!”

I sighed and turned to her.

“No, I didn’t, but as his only legitimate heir, doesn’t matter!” I said, dragging out ‘legitimate’.

“Can I at least keep Sally?” she begged.

I looked at the pathetic, whimpering thing.

“Fine, whatever.”

I really should have x-rayed the dog first…

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