Thursday Special ~ Vigils

Jake was dying.

His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.

“My darling Becky,” he whispered.

“Hush, my love,” she said. “Rest, don’t talk.”

He was insistent.

“Becky, I, I have something I must confess to you.”

“There’s nothing to confess,” replied the weeping Becky.

“Everything’s all right, go to sleep.”

“No, no. I must die in peace, Becky, I slept with your sister, your
best friend, her best friend and your mother!”

“I know, Becky whispered softly, “That’s why I poisoned you.”




Thanks little brother for that one.

11 thoughts on “Thursday Special ~ Vigils

  1. Grannymar Post author

    Mayo – You could not live with us women!:D

    Nick – Good thinking!

    Maynard – Now I know why you have that dog visit so often! 😆

  2. Grannymar Post author

    WWW – I doubt if there are any new stories, only new versions .

    Alice – Glad you enjoyed it.

  3. Magpie11

    Did you know that there is large percentage of men who are not the fathers of their own children?

    And those women want their cake and at it!

    I think I’ll become a mysogywotsit!


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