Threes

Archibald stared in despair
at the news of Vivianne’s affair.
Unsure of what to do
he hugged his dead puppy.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you today,”
his wife tried.
As she slammed the front door
a massive piece of chandelier fell on Archibald’s head,
sending him into a much welcomed coma.

© Carl Burkitt 2013

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