Missed Connection Fan Fiction

liana:

Patty lit her second to last Virginia Slim and thumped down on the bed. The comforter was a flipped-around version of the curtains. Blue flowers on pink sky. Patty sighed once, then again, after she decided she deserved it. There was leftover Chinese in the fridge. Patty thought about that for a while. Mulled over the idea of cold broccoli in greasy peanut sauce. She lifted up her shirt and stuck a finger into the corner of her white Maidenform bra. She pulled out a tight, wet wad of crumpled hundred dollar bills.

“Canada,” Patty thought. “They use dollars in Canada?”

There was a knock on the door, quick and bitter. Patty leapt up, shoving the money back down inside her cleavage. She peeked through the curtains. Donald was holding Julie by her feet and dangling the little girl over the pool. Julie shrieked bloody murder while Donald cackled like late night TV.

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