The Tale of Susan Hathaway
The airplane
coasted like a dragonfly across the vast expanse of The Atlantic Ocean. Through her window Susan Hathaway could see
the blanket of off-white billows a thousand feet below her. She was high on pills and drunk. She was traveling to New York from London
after staying with her part-time lover in The West End. His name was Phillip and she lusted after
him. Her relationship with Phillip existed
merely to fulfill her sexual appetites. She did
not really care if he lived or if he died.........
(Excerpt from The House on Marble Hill and Other Stories by John Lars Zwerenz.......To be published soon)
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