I go back to work two weeks after Christmas.
He drives me there, since it's too cold to walk.
He kisses me, and squeezes my hand before I get out of the car.
I can feel his eyes watch me as I walk in. I turn around, and see him in his black SUV. I smile, and walk though the door.
He picks me up when I get off at 5 that evening.
We go home, and eat Chinese take-out in our bed.
YOU ARE READING
In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
