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Sunday Shorts: The Conversation

By Sarah Cate Anstey, Oct 2 2016 09:59AM


As he rose and left the room,


She turned her head and began to cry.


The leaves in the trees outside had turned red,


And dropped, like coloured paper, on the earth beneath.


She held her head in her hands and breathed deeply.


The fire crackled and sent a warm glow through her rigid body.


The dog stretched its legs and relaxed by the hearth.


She didn't move, or open her eyes,


But she heard the the steps on the stairs


and the closure of the front door.




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