Thursday, November 13, 2008


by Kat

She slams the empty pill canister on the table with such force that the orange plastic cracks slightly.

“I took these,” Her voice quivers. “All of them.”

Tom sighs and slowly folds his newspaper with painstaking deliberation. Finished, he reaches up and adjusts his glasses.

He clears his throat. “Are you breaking up with me?”

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