Joshua ‘no pants’ O’Shea

Joshua 'no pants' O'Shea

Joshua O’Shea, five-​eleven in his bare feet, thirty-​one years old, a white man wear­ing noth­ing but an open shirt stum­bled into his girlfriend’s apart­ment. He stared at Lind­say Bolton in her short night­gown, legs that reached way up.

Lind­say, face-​to-​face with a man she didn’t recog­nise stand­ing naked from the waist down inside her living-​room, said, “Derek, come out here.”

Who the fuck are you?’ Joshua said. “Where’s Sandra?”

Lind­say hes­i­tated, and waited for her hus­band to come out of the bed­room. ‘What’re you doing with the bat?’ she said.

Think­ing I oughta kill you.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Joshua O’Shea - www​.wmur​.com

Joshua O’Shea, five-eleven in his bare feet, thirty-one years old, a white man wearing nothing but an open shirt stumbled into his girlfriend’s apartment. He stared at Lindsay Bolton in her short nightgown, legs that reached way up.

Lindsay, face-to-face with a man she didn’t recognise standing naked from the waist down inside her living-room, said, “Derek, come out here.”

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Joshua said. “Where’s Sandra?”

Lindsay hesitated, and waited for her husband to come out of the bedroom. ‘What’re you doing with the bat?’ she said.

“Thinking I oughta kill you.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Joshua O’Shea – www.wmur.com