Collins’ captain complimented him on the killer’s collar. “Congrats on the capture, Collins! Go home and grab a cold one from your cooler.”
But as soon as he closed the door, Collins was confronted by his wife Karen with one of his unclean shirts. “What’s this candy pink lipstick on your collar?” she queried. “Have you been canoodling with Kelly?”
“‘Course not,” Collins countered, cruising to the fridge.
“I’m crushed, you cad!” Karen cried.
“Calm yourself,” he caviled. “That’s Kathy’s color.”
~*~
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This collared my attention. 😂
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Thanks! 🤣
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Canoodling is such a cool word.
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Glad you like it 😊
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Alliteration-activated adrenaline arising!
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Hehe haha!
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Completely cool!💞
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Thank you 😍
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Very fun reading this one! 🙂
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Thank you 🥰
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Ah the old lipstick on the collar situation. Tsk, tsk.
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Hehe 😉
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The title “Collared” sent me on an entirely different track from what turned out to be two completely different meanings in the story. That internal contrast with the actual narrative amused me with both the story and myself at the same time. Good story…
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Colliding Karmic forces coalesced just as a car careened across the concrete steps causing the startled cat to climb the curtain just as Collin caught the Covid and keeled over. Karen clapped her hands and went to the kitchen and cleared the dishes.
Boy that was harder than it looks.
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Heh, excellent work!
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