Monthly Archives: September 2012

On being sick

He walked in, handsome as ever in his straight jeans and black cardigan with slightly-wrinkled shirt poking out underneath — a typical Sunday afternoon look. He looked at me, pitifully, and, it seemed, disappointed. I was in bed for the … Continue reading

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Her gaze fell upon the untidy stack of magazines on the floor. They’d been there for what… six, nine months now? A reminder of her miserable shortcomings as a household manager. For a moment, she contemplated taking the entire stack … Continue reading

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