Jealousy

The sound of the piano filled hours. Time she could’ve spent with him.

Her mouth, a slash of red, now the waxy pallor of her face.

He takes too long.

Nods.

“That’s her”.

He imagines placing a single white lily where it happened.

It’s the thought that counts.

 

 

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