She Wasn’t Crying
Danny watched Roberta carry an armful of her clothes and drive away. He watched until she was out of sight, then turned to look at the shoddy living room of his trailer and shrugged. He hadn’t hit her this time, just pushed her around a little. Maybe yelled and cursed her out.
Not that young or pretty anymore, he assured her no one else would have her and she was lucky he would. Three days was the longest she’d stayed away before. She’ll come back. Always did. Even so, something was different this time. She wasn’t crying when she left.
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
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