Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Carole Wolfe and was part of our 10th Anniversary Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. The caretaker lowered himself to the cold hard bench. It was the one day of the year he sat on it: the anniversary of Doris and Glenn Nevill’s death. Other than…
“Don’t wait up for me.”
Helene waved at her husband’s back as he disappeared down the hall before she closed the door of their tiny apartment. She looked around the sparse room with its secondhand furniture and nicotine-stained walls. A weak sunbeam struggled to make it through the polka dot curtains Helene had made from her prom dress, but the room was still dark.
Dark enough no one could see the tears streaming down her face.
Her grandmother was right. She should have waited for Max to graduate from college before they got married.
