In the time it took for Miranda to go grocery shopping and come back, her husband had packed and left. She noted without conscious acknowledgement that his truck was gone though the idea that he had left on a fire call skimmed across her brain. Miranda brought in the groceries in two trips. She unloaded food and goods purchased with her husband in mind. While unloading the second set of bags, her subconscious mind mentioned she couldn't hear his fire and police scanner, which was always on. It wasn't until she saw the dust-free rectangle on the side table in the living room that she allowed herself to realize he was gone. Feet feeling heavier with every step, she trudged upstairs and made herself look at his closet and ill-closed dresser. She made herself look in the bathroom and saw her own toothbrush missing. Miranda found it later in the toilet.
Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Friday, August 6, 2021
She's Better Off
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