A Place Where Things Join, Five

The tinkly outro to a soap opera played in Marian’s head as she woke. The television was off but it was around that time. Keys jangled at the door and she suddenly whipped off her rug, tidying her hair, her dress as she hurried to the latch.

“Hey!” she greeted enthusiastically as she opened the door.

The two children came in ahead of her husband.

“Look, Mum! We got milkshakes!” said Katy.

“Mine’s chocolate flavor!” Oliver chimed in, holding his up for her to see through the opaque styrofoam cup.

“That’s great, sweetie!” Marian beamed. “Where’s the folks?” she said quietly, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder. Something was off.

Thanks for checking out this little part of my short story.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio

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