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Weekly Contest #372
The numbers on my phone glared 2:04 into the dark bedroom. Beside me, my husband breathed in heavy, rhythmic swells, utterly dead to the world. A sudden prickle of heat crawled beneath the skin of my chest, blooming upward across my neck and jaw until my face burned. A hot flash was imminent. Defeated, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. The floorboards were cool against my bare soles, a welcome contrast to the furnace running under my ribs. I slipped through the back door, desperate for the relief of cool night air. Late Septembe...
“I should have known better.” I sighed, staring at the man I once loved. I still loved him in a way. We have two beautiful children together, so there will always be love between us. David looked hollow. He was thinner than I had ever seen him, his face drawn tight and his cheekbones sharp against his skin. Raw patches of red and sickly pale skin mottled his cheeks. “I don’t want money, Nikky. I just need to get to the hospital.” David looked at the worn canvas of his holey shoes as he spoke to me. “I thought you were clean. For two months y...
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