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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Lost And Found

The house was upside down. Quite literally.
Sat on the front lawn, Samantha stared at the upstairs bay windows now level with her garden fence.
“Found ’em?” asked her neighbor, trimming the box hedge between them.
“Yep.” she said. “Last place I looked of course.”
“And that was?”
“The toaster.”

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