Thin Skin

Her husband’s dinner, vegetable soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, sat on the kitchen table. She picked and nibbled throughout the day, and was never very hungry when he arrived from work.

Here it was half-past five and there was still no sign of him.

Worrying and wondering would get her nowhere, so she set on cleaning the kitchen. When a car drove by, she would look up, hoping it was her husband, and uncertain whether she would be angry or just relieved. She tore the sandwich in half and fed it to the dog.

The soup grew cold.


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