She leaves before I wake and comes home after I'm asleep. We're supposed to be together. A couple. A unit. But I haven't seen her in days. I know she's been her. I smell her on the pillows and see her dishes in the sink. But now she's nothing more than empty clothes on the floor.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles
Short StoryA collection of very short stories, microfictions, and drabbles from all themes and genres. Posted weekly!
