I Only Got One Hot Wife...

By Harper Nevermind

An original and outlandish story of grief, lust, and memory loss. An Ethics professor can't get over the tragic loss of his young wife and he wonders if it's making him behave in a monstrous fashion. Harper Nevermind's "I Only Got One Hot Wife" is wickedly funny and sickly disturbing and filled with page-turning twists.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harper Nevermind
• Release date: Nov 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301694266

Harper Nevermind

HARPER NEVERMIND is the first author ever to not have a website, a Facebook fan page, or a Twitter account. He lives in Seattle and can be reached by email at [e-mail].

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I ONLY GOT ONE HOT WIFE

Harper Nevermind

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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I Only Got One Hot Wife

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to die either. I was getting pulled in both directions and it sucked. I guess you could say I was in a state of in-between. A lot of it had to do with my wife. She was too young to have gone, but it was more than grief eating at my soul. Rather, it was a sense of purpose on how to live that went away after she died.

To tell you the truth, I kind of felt like a monster. Not that I was a digitally created monster you see in those brainless blockbuster flicks that are too old to find at Redbox but too new to stream on Netflix. No, more like a monster in the sense that I wasn’t sure what I was capable of. Like I was going to do some crazy shit I had no idea up until the time I was actually doing it. That probably didn’t make sense, but it will when some crazy shit goes down and the finger gets pointed at me.

I set violets down and sighed gravely since I was at a grave. Violets were Sarah’s favorite and just knowing they were her favorite made my shit all wet. Man, I missed her.

The fog smothered me and I could barely see the grave. I wasn’t sure where I set the violets, but I didn’t think it mattered since they were for a dead person. A sculpture stood beside the grave. That I knew. It was metallic grey and made of stone. It depicted death kissing a swooning maiden whose gown had fallen below her waist.

Forgive me if it was a bit nasty.