Fever Dream

Under my thumb. That’s where I thought I had you. Compliant in your passion. Passionate in your compliance.
You had me fooled. Slipping through the cracks of my psyche. Your velvet tongue was forked. While you, my dear, are fucked.
Don’t you smile. This is anything but funny. You’ll find out soon enough. And then we’ll see who laughs.
I’ll tell on you. Everyone will know your sordid truth. Your lies that drip like treacle. I will rub your face in them.
With “friends” like you… Well, you know the rest. But “rest” is something I won’t grant you. Not now. Not on a bet.
Going so soon? Please stay and hear the end. How I hate you with a passion. How my passion burns with hatred.
Sherry McGuinn is a longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. Her work has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times and numerous other publications. Sherry’s manager is currently pitching her newest screenplay, a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story.
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