Sunday, December 7, 2014

November Writings: A Story in Five Sentences

Jill looked at him as though he was a stranger, unrecognizable to her despite a lifetime together. She didn't know how things had gotten so bad, all she knew is she couldn't stay any longer. She leaned over, gently touching his hair, so as not to wake him, taking in this last memory of a man she no longer knew. She turned and walked out of the bedroom, picked up her bag and her car keys and left this place one last time. A single tear fell as she drove down the empty road.



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