Tea granny

Originally posted on AreMyFeetOffTheGround:
She lost him last year Seventy one he was In their decades, he brought her tea to her chair, two, three, four times a night. “Are you bottomless?” he would say. She would smile, because she knew he would bring it anyway. Yard sales were their favourite haunt, and he would…

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Karma and Workout

Beep, beep, beep, beep… “Oh, will you shut it up?” He grunts into the pillow where his face is buried. She fumbles in the near dark of the room, groping for her phone and with the familiarity of someone who’s done the same thing too many times before, turns off the alarm. All is quiet again.…

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