Newlyweds

Standing on the causeway, she looked for the downtown bus. The acid sun pricked at her so she focused on the hibiscus, also an angry red. After work, the rain was heavy. He couldn’t pick her up. Too busy, he said.

When he left her arms at night though she couldn’t say why, she cried. She took up smoking and drinking now and then while the war escalated.

Emily Florence

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