I Said Goodbye To My Husband Six Months Ago Until I Heard His Voice In A Grocery Store

by the porch.

The front door opened before he reached it.

A woman stepped out. Mid-fifties, maybe younger. Dark hair pulled back. No makeup. A soft sweater, jeans, bare feet despite the cold boards. She smiled at him with the exhausted ease of a person who had waited for someone many times and never once doubted he would return.

She kissed his cheek.

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