I love someone else and I’m leaving,” declared the husband a minute before he himself was used and thrown out.
Evening light softly filtered through the sheer curtains, leaving whimsical patterns on the living room floor. Rita placed two dinner plates on the table and glanced at the clock almost on autopilot. Eight o’clock. Oleg had promised to be here at seven, but in recent months his words had become worth nothing. Rita took out … Read more