Friday, October 22, 2010


I listened to the fan hum while my forehead pressed firmly against the cool surface of the microwave door. The hum was comforting, quieting, promising. Tears slid down my cheek and into the crevice between my nose and cheek before falling to my lips and then onto the black coating of the burner's crossbars. With any luck, I'd join my husband soon.

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