Solace #55wordstory

In between traffic jams, deadlines, emails and meetings, lies her irreconcilable differences and the agony of existing. Of floating. Of breathing. His name. His being. She burns with the license of consummation and the duet of chores surrounding her twin babies. Phone rings. He says, “I’m sorry”. An ocean of solace wets her tiring feet.

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~ by rb on November 1, 2012.

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