Misterdoe's Fiction

Max knew it had to be her as soon as he saw the woman waiting outside his front garden. Of course, it was impossible to see anything beneath her heavy dark veil or her long coat, but that only made him more certain. However, by the time he’d seen her, it was too late, he [...]

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In the kitchen he found Diane standing over the sink, which was filling with hot water.
“Just look at all these dirty cups. It’s a good job you’ve got a good friend like me to wash them up for you. Haven’t you washed anything up since Becky left?”
Max was about to reply that that he’d been [...]

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Dan’s heart sank when he saw Max on Wednesday morning. Until now the German had always looked smart, despite all his problems, but now his clothes were crumpled, stubble was starting to shade his chin, and his hair was uncombed.
“Poor man,” thought Dan. “That afternoon off didn’t help him relax at all. Should I tell [...]

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Max poured himself another large whisky and waited for Diane to return from her kitchen. He couldn’t get that embrace out of his mind. He had seen right down inside her top, seen the underwear beneath her clothes. But apart from that, the clothes had seemed totally empty. Yet that kiss had been real enough, [...]

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Max woke up and, for a moment, wondered where he was. This wasn’t his bedroom. He felt someone move beside him, and heard a woman yawn.
“Becky?” he thought. He turned to look, but what he saw brought the memories of the previous night jolting violently back into his head.
The form of a woman’s body was [...]

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