The kettle whistles, whispering my name with a calling that everything's the same. I glanced at her bags, still by the door. The blonde hair with wet strands stuck to her face, pushed me back to the park where I'd knelt, asking for her hand in marriage.
A new boyfriend occupies the truck in the snow-covered driveway.
Its lights shine through the off-white French-imported shades.
Black eyeliner spreads her cheeks.
It was a half-grin and a kiss on the lips that brought us back to the reality that we couldn't live without each other. I'd cheated, too, so the pot calling the kettle black made no sense.
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Dusting Off Dreams
RomanceHannah's grandmother passed away, and while boxing her belongings in the attic, she notices a journal about her grandmother's life and her short stories. Hannah realizes her grandmother understood what she was going through. Margo feels horrible for...
