Shower, by Gordon Lawrie

Perhaps you’re just off to freshen up?

Shower, by Gordon Lawrie

Standing in the shower, Louise sighed. For months, her husband David had acted strangely, spent a lot of evenings out, their sex-life had been non-existent. Eventually she’d followed him several times to a house in the next town where he’d been ‘warmly embraced’ each time by the same negligée-dressed blonde.

David didn’t deny anything when confronted, just promised to sort things.

The shower seemed to be getting hotter – suddenly there was a further gush and she screamed in agony: acid. Louise actually disappeared quite quickly down the drain.

David told the neighbours that she’d gone to visit relatives in Australia.


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