Today’s six are from a short story I’m working on. A woman comes home to find an old boyfriend sitting in her kitchen, one who left unexpectedly three years ago and hasn’t contacted her since.
“You left, without a word, and now you expect me to kiss you, to love you like before? I’ve moved on, Michael. I had to move on, because I assumed you did too.” She tore herself from him and marched to the wall, flipped the light switch, and gasped.
His face was bruised, with a large gash running across his left cheek, his right arm curled protectively around his side, and dried blood caked his shirt. “What happened to you?”
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