SHORT STORY

Swing

Robert and Trina looked at each other, their blue eyes locked.

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Trina wanted to tear out Robert’s black hair by the roots. She loved Robert. She loved Robert more than she loved her husband.

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Robert wanted to grab Trina by her blonde hair. He wanted to twister her blonde hair in his fist and pull Trina’s head back and press his face against her neck, her cheek, her mouth. A bite to make her bleed. Robert cared nothing for Trina. He would have rather been with his wife.

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Short Stories by Troy Camplin

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Troy Camplin

Troy Camplin

I am the author of “Diaphysics” and the novel “Hear the Screams of the Butterfly.” I am a consultant, poet, playwright, novelist, and interdisciplinary scholar.

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