The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
“Okay, I’ll stop, but I am okay.”
“I believe you.”
Silence spread between them, flat like a blanket. Neither knew what to say next. And so they worked around the kitchen like any other day. The clink and tinkle of china and flatware speaking all the words they could not say.
“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight,” he said finally, putting the last dried plate into the cabinet.
“All right.” She drained the sink, wiping down the counters with the wet cloth.
“And find someplace else tomorrow.”
“All right.”
“I’m glad you are okay.”
“All right.”
“How do you want to tell the girls?”
“I’ll tell them.”
“Shouldn’t I be there? United front and all that.”
“All right.”
“I mean if it’s okay with you.”
“It’s okay.”
“All right then.” A pause. “I guess that’s it.”
“It is.”
“Then I’ll get a blanket and a pillow.”
“All right.”
He hesitated a moment and then hung up the dishtowel and walked to the door. Hesitated another moment and then was gone.
“I’m okay,” she said to the empty kitchen and went upstairs.
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