“We really are strangers…,” she sighed, putting down the phone. Their conversation had been as if it were from a script, stale and rehearsed after 30+ years of marriage.
Their seeping lies had locked each other out with time as their jailer; a road with no possible future.
She knew a day of reckoning would come one day, but her hopes lay elsewhere.
“I’m voting for the liar. The liar has to win!
“If not, I’ll lose everything. My home, my life, my soul.”
Past that, she knew nothing.
Their seeping lies had locked each other out with time as their jailer; a road with no possible future.
She knew a day of reckoning would come one day, but her hopes lay elsewhere.
“I’m voting for the liar. The liar has to win!
“If not, I’ll lose everything. My home, my life, my soul.”
Past that, she knew nothing.
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