1375. The end

How stressful! Conchita was worried sick. Her husband was away for the afternoon and she was a mess. When he came home she had to tell him; she was in love with another man and she was going off with him. His name was Rex. As far as Conchita was concerned, her marriage was over.

Conchita’s husband arrived home. “Honey,” he said, “I’ve something to tell you. I went to the doctor’s this afternoon and I’ve got cancer. It’s terminal. I’ve been given three weeks at the most.”

Oh the relief!

14 thoughts on “1375. The end

  1. umashankar

    Why do I have this feeling Conchita’s husband is lying, and he is going to kill her right here in this corner, bang in the middle of the day, of course under a name. The no-name guy is a dead giveaway, is he not?

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