It is a Tuesday afternoon in May on our peaceful street. We are making love in my bedroom, while I have one eye on you and the other on the time. I know this romantic encounter is temporary, and in a few minutes, I’ll gaze out the window, watching you walk home to resume your bright and cheery life. You greet your kids at the bus stop, embracing your husband when he steps through the door as if nothing had changed. And in my dark house, I look at the clock, laboring out of bed as if having a hangover.
Pamela Kennedy
29/1/2021 10:09:09 pm
I found this story quite interesting..so much left unanswered.....
Mary Wallace
30/1/2021 01:09:18 am
I want to say, make your own life; think of the children. Move to another street. I suppose my age is showing. Nice story Mark.
Sue Clayton
30/1/2021 03:38:05 am
What a sad man you portray, Mark. He needs to get a life. Comments are closed.
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