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Maybe I wanted my husband to leave me. Maybe.

Deep down, I didn't mind at all his talking to my single friends. I put them together. And didn't watch them interact. I preferred to see the robins dance as they argued over worms.

Maybe, deep down, I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up. Maybe.

Deep down, the note he left on my pillow didn't bother me half as much as icy winters' chill.

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There are no fussy robins this year. They've gone away to God knows where. Maybe they've stayed south to hear the crying of the cranes. Maybe.

And one last time, I say the lie - deep down inside my empty heart... that maybe I don't mind.

Story by:

Susan Miller

redhorsestudio101@gmail.com

22 December 2013