I stand here, cheek against the door jamb as I watch you walk away from me. You said you'd be gone three days. It was business, you said. You didn't say anything about Deborah or the lease on the townhouse. I keep my face looking dreamy, fresh and satiated, from our love making.
You turn and wave. I raise my hand. Finally, you drive away. After a time, I go inside, shut the door and pour myself a drink. The brakes will fail on the sharp, steep turn above the cliff leading to the sea. You won't survive the crash.
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