May Twentieth... I met her last night. I met her last night, and I'm marrying her tomorrow."My Lips Destroy"
by Cornell Woolrich
From the collection Beyond the Night
(Avon, 1959)
What I love about this one is its simple components. Little more than a dateline and two short sentences—one of them repeated, even. And it's impossible to stop reading.
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