A short story

She sat in her room, watching TV, when she heard a noise. Footsteps. Loud ones. That may not have been so bad, had she not been single and living in a no-pets rental single family home. Suddenly, a man burst into the room, armed with a knife. It was her ex, a dentist. She screamed, and he stabs her. Over the burning pain, she hears him say, “You’re bleeding because you don’t floss.” before blacking out for the last time, dead and alone.


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