A beautiful morning. The sun is out. The trees are standing more prominently than you could ever recall. Greener than you seem to have imagined them to be. The sky is the deepest shade of blue. A few clouds are scattered here and there, but nothing threatens to come out of them. The air, well,…
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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. When I left, when I said goodbye, you knew I would come back. That I would crawl back like a prodigal wife who learns the error of her ways and with your forgiving heart to count on, we would pick up our lives from where we left off….
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I had missed my dad. The doctor told my mum that I will be going home soon. I don’t know how soon soon is, but I know it’s not soon enough. That is what my dad said when I told him what mum had been told by the doctor. He got up from where he…
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It sounds so wrong to say it. My daughter, Emma, is apparently not my daughter. I haven’t wrapped my head around the utter what-the-fuckness of all this. I’ve been living with my friend Isaac for three days now. My wife, Alice, and I haven’t spoken since I left her. Stay and yell at me Charlie,…
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Isn’t that what they say? That don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? So we’re in the car, right? And it’s not a big yellow taxi, no. It’s just a humble Camry that we bought a few months after our wedding. We skipped an extravagant wedding…
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This story begins with me taking off my clothes. The black boots come off my feet first. They are followed by my short navy blue dress that really did little to hide my thighs. I take off my red Victoria’s Secret bra and hot on its heels come off the matching panties. I slide those…
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There is the fact that I know you. That I’ve known you since four months ago when I met your husband. When I saw the ring on his finger as he smiled and looked me in the eye, then asked if I would allow him to buy me lunch. It was one of those chance…
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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Sixth ring. Hello? It stings to know that the only reason he picks up my call is because the number I’m calling with is unfamiliar to him. Is there ever a time to thank God for a lost phone? Because if there was, wouldn’t this occasion where my husband…
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