Head pounding and hands shaking, she slams the lid on her suitcase. Tears continue to fall even though she physically tries to will them away. She paces between nightstand and window, then grabs her things and heads for the door. Stopping mid stride, she begins frantically searching through her purse. She pulls out a well worn love letter and places it under his forgotten cell phone, and Janet’s text asking him what time he’ll be over.
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On The Rocks 
Oh, well done! I truly felt the fury of her situation and her feelings. I’m glad she’s leaving!
And for the record, alcoholic or not-I think you are more than semi-talented! 😉
Your comment made me laugh, Valerie! Thank you so much for the kind words.
Swept along for the ride – Excellent short!
Thank you, Eliza!
Well written 🙂
I’m glad you liked it.