I come home. I am tired.
I close the door and exhale.
You walk out of the kitchen.
You see me, and I, you.
Your smile relieves me of tension.
I force one as I sigh.
Then I set my briefcase down.
The house is quiet, yet warm.
You've been cooking – hopefully my favourite.
"I hate working on the weekend."
"I know you do," you reply.
I slip my black heels off.
The pain in my feet. "Ow..."
You see my grimace and smile.
"Guess I'm massaging your feet tonight."
Smiling, "Just what the doctor ordered."
"Well I am a good doctor."
You speak the truth as usual.
You are perfect. "I love you."
"I love you too." We embrace.
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Sixes
Short StorySixes: An experimental series of six-word chapters - sentences - telling short stories. Inspired by my six-word stories series, I have branched out with this "hybrid", which infuses both minimalist storytelling and poetry. Enjoy. #Wattys2016 Word co...
