January 2005 / Volume VI / Issue I | ||||||||
Justin Barrett november morning her side of the bed is empty and cold when you wake up the sun obliquely rises over the mountains to the east. in the bathroom you find her mirrored cabinet cleaned out; her ring resting on the lip of the sink. no note. no explanation. no goodbye. placing your hand on top of the ring you grip the gelid porcelain tightly. your revolving world begins picking up speed; you feel the seasons changing over. |
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