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Hungry Whispers |
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by David De Beer
 Originally printed in Something Wicked Issue #5 and illustrated by Kobus Faber Author's Bio Read an excerpt: FEED US. Mia crumpled the note in her hand and managed a weak smile for her daughter. “Morning, baby, you sleep okay?” Mia turned around, taking care to hide the note beneath a magazine and busied herself with Stacy’s toast. Stacy yawned, rubbing her eyes and taking a seat at the small kitchen table. “Morning, mama. I couldn’t sleep last night.” “Oh?” Mia only half-listened, spreading butter and jam on the toast. “Too excited about going back to school?” Stacy scrunched her nose, bringing a smile to Mia’s face. “Eat up now,” she said, putting her daughter’s breakfast down in front of her and getting herself a coffee. Stacy didn’t wait for a second invite. “Is daddy coming back today?” Stacy asked, around a mouthful of toast and a slurp of orange juice. Mia took a slow sip from her mug, using that as an excuse not to reply instantly. She wished she could just blurt out the truth. Your daddy is in New York, getting a blowjob from the guy who was best man at our wedding. It struck her as being an unethical thing to do, so instead she said: “No, sweetheart, he’s very busy with his new job.,” Sshe nearly giggled at the unintended meaning of her words. “He’ll come by next week.”
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