Bodily spasms Stories

I took regular long walks after Rita left. Along river banks, around the bay, down country lanes, occasionally through the throngs of people in the city centre. For the first month, my mind was closed to everything around me. But gradually the cry, "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" stopped running through my head. At work, I buried myself in the copywriting for the advertising firm I worked for. Sometimes I could do this work at hom...