The Other Side Of The Screen

‘A calculated risk,’ he assured me. Then popped three of his knuckles on his right hand and spat his gum into the bin next to the desk. He leaned back and watched his three screens, smiling softly.

My husband occupied the middle one. Dirty and oil stained.

Ex-husband? I wondered.

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