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GETTING AWAYwith

MURDER

SEAN GRIFFIN MJ STEELEONE-SHOT

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© 2015 copyright SEAN GRIFFIN AND MJ STEELE

MJ STEELE (artist)is a brooklyn based artist and recent graduate of new york’s school of visual arts. he has apprenticed under Klaus Janson since 2013. You can view his work at www.wasabipunk.com

Sean Griffin (writer)

Comic book and short story writer, Sean lives in Red Hook, NY with his two dogs and dove. Sean has his Bachelor’s from Hunter College in Creative Writing and is pursuing his MFA in Writing, as well as being an elementary school English teacher. He’ll sleep when he’s dead.

oh fuck...

at the moment i’m thanking my stars i’m not high.

I stand here for minutes or hours...trying to think how killers are caught.

Erase all trace of me.

I get her mobile...

They won’t even look my way.

Pretty posh, this place.

Always felt like a hotel though. a place to crash, but never a place to stay.

It’s too forced. she was always fake. her swan body sprawled on the floor has the same fake feel as her flat.

Feels so good to wreck this place.

if only the paparazzi could see me now.

they’d think... “now, that’s a fucking rock star.”

shit!

oh, thank god!

the wife wanted a key bowl so i’d never lose my damn keys.

my parents had something like that in the swill filled dump we lived in. this piece of trifle normal.

Like people have them to feel average.

I’m not average.

I’m tops.

Hey…hey,

Did you end it?

Yeah, petal.I broke it off

with her.

She cried and what-not but I got my

wife to think about.

A little late for that, yeah?

Sorry it was a little late.

But way I see it is better truth now than not at all.

Right, love?

Not sure it works like that.

I haven’t seen Annie in a year. As long as I’ve been clean.

It was a spring cleaning on your

life. I get it.

Well, am I welcome in the bed tonight?

No. You’re really not.

Sounds fair. I love you, you know.

But at some point you must’ve stopped long

enough to snog that tart.

I know at some point you did and probably do now.

Fair’s fair. I won’t sleep in the bed tonight and we’ll just talk later.

Kay?