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Weekly Contest #105
Butterflies by A.L. Freeman “Hey Babe, wassup.” (It was more of a statement than a question.) Kevin walks into the room and greets me like nothing ever happened, closing the front door behind him. “Hey,” I say softly, lowering my head, until he comes over to the couch where I am sitting and takes a kneel, grabs ahold of my chin with his fingertips and lifts it upward gently to meet him face to face. I still couldn’t look at him directly. He might take it as a sign of disrespect and we’ll start the process all ...
Butterflies by A.L. Freeman“Hey Babe, wassup.” (It was more of a statement than a question.)Kevin walks into the room and greets me like nothing ever happened, closing the front door behind him. “Hey,” I say softly, lowering my head, until he comes over to the couch where I am sitting and takes a kneel, grabs ahold of my chin with his fingertips and lifts it upward gently to meet him face to face. I still couldn’t look at him directly. He might take it as a sign of disrespect and we’ll start the process all over ...
Weekly Contest #103
Long before the hinges had fallen off of the door of our 2 story colonial, our marriage had loosened and showed signs of strain, needing both new paint and repair. Perhaps a trip to Home Depot would do the trick, and we could begin to mend not only the door, whose threshold I had been carried through 16 years earlier, but our hearts and ultimately our home. While I was willing, the back and forth of his infidelity forced me to turn its knob forcefully, and scrape its bottom unwillingly onto a foundation that was already in deep disrepai...
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