Purple Drink for the Wine Glass

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Exhaustion came through the unlacing of the tied tie – the purple silk mocked me; suffocating me before giving the oxygen a chance to run. It had been a dry day.

Rotten steaks scent roamed around the house; or was it my nostrils who could only track the stink?

“What’s so special?” I asked ‘my wife’. No greetings – only straight to what I wanted to know.

“Nothing…” but her voice was speaking a different dictionary. I hated surprises and I knew she had brought one.

“Spill.” An irritated tone and her smile faltered.

“I’m pregnant.”

A repressed rage through stoic expression.


WORD COUNT: 100

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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